Flowers and Breezes Life of Sheen. To survive a day I try emptying my mind. Think of nothing, but inevitably. The troubling thoughts sneak right in. I push them and keep pushing them back. Trying to save my sanity. Willing myself to live another day.

8230;of all the brilliant shades of life! August 16, 2015. Any pasta of your choice tossed with garlic, onions, fresh basil leaves, tomatoes and bell peppers. Add tomato ketchup, chilli sauce and arabbiata sauce for flavour.

Prime my subconscious, one hint at a time. Prime my subconscious, one hint at a time. Every night she is staring at the very same mirror, smeared with strangers staring back. Every night her soul is floating in the space between her face and this estranged reflection. All that I Can See. Her peaceful smile is more of a ritual, rather than an expression of joy, as i.

Ideas that pop into your head when you least expect. Can you stomach it? A little liquid courage. Leave it to the boss, nature got your back. The pun that cost me my friendship.

Myriad of thoughts and feelings, unheard. Actually we have two different worlds which could never ever become one. The living beings are not cherished and something which is not real is much closer. What an Irony! How could she connect in a crisis time, when you have not given any importance to her when she needed it the most? How could she understand you, when you have no time to listen to her needs? .

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BLACK CAT BLUE SEA AWARD! September 29, 2016. BLACK CAT BLUE SEA AWARD! 2017 The Happy Book.

Not just another ludicrous daydreamer waiting for the magic to happen but creating it myself! YES in bold letters. Do you ever feel like crying your heart out? Because the wall that supports your listless body has fallen down, the hand that holds you is invisible now and you are standing in front of a mirror and begging yourself to not cry anymore. Do you ever feel like laughing too much that your cheeks hurt and stomach aches? January 7, 2017.

Staring out of the window, unlike his little sister, he was not enjoying the scenic beauty in their long drive. He was lost, quite lost in some world of his own. The constant chattering of his family felt nothing but a little buzz in his ears. Yes, he was completely lost in his thoughts. Was something wrong with him? He had spent nights on his bed staring blankly on his ceiling thinking what was his purpose of life, what was that he w.