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Tumbles of my life

The little ups and downs of my journey through life

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March 2017

The only evidence that you own a body, with flesh and bones is the empty ache in your chest cavity; a dull thudding in the background as you float through space and time with an unnerving calmness. -Disassociation /By Anjana... Continue Reading →

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Life’s purposes

I would like to believe that everyone has some purpose in this world. That they have been given this life, with their environments, circumstances, carefully timed incidents strung with curiously strange coincidences; for one or many reasons. Some are born... Continue Reading →

I am more than a he or she, I am made of stardust, and so are you. We are more than what others view. -Intoxicated confidence; provoked by the alcohol in my veins / By Anjana (March 15, 2017)

When you don’t understand your own turmoil, you try to pull at your strands of despair, in hopes of staying afloat; fighting against the exhaustion rather than drowning alone helplessly under the heavy darkness. -Depressed in a sunny world /... Continue Reading →

Responsibility

My brain perceives "responsibility" as word associated with negativity, especially when it comes to people. She bought the plant and nurtured it .She adopted a stray and took care of it. It is a huge responsibility... but my brain sees... Continue Reading →

In spite of the miles and time zones, our times together and alone, our fate had been clouded, always in the state of obscurity. Gut wrenching pain searing through my soul was what I needed for the divine ounce of... Continue Reading →

My mind has begun to self destruct in ways my heart cannot bear. -Self destruct / By Anjana ( March 8 , 2017) 

Sadness

There is an incredible amount of sadness in this world. It turns some people into warriors of stone, and crumbles the others into mere dust. But she found comfort in its pain for she has known sadness, as long as... Continue Reading →

How unfortunate it is, for her sensitive soul to empathize with an inexplicable magnitude, thereby unable to begrudge him for offering her a scarred heart, Because; maybe if she could resent him, even a little; she might have some ease... Continue Reading →

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