I heard around the internet that traveling is dangerous that you never feel at home after because a little piece of your heart and a little side of your soul with that version of yourself they stay right there frozen in time and place

The two sides of travelling

And so, I bought a ticket. I'm leaving my home in less than two months, to live somewhere else, indefinitely, so I can truly pursue my dream of writing and travelling for a living. Boy, it's a weird feeling. This is not the first time I'm moving, so I know how fun it can be,… Continue reading The two sides of travelling

the one, the sea

always wearing shades of blue forever singing lullabies to me the only one who's ever lasted the one and only unconditional your children's songs, so calming your mother's wrath, so powerful we shall all fear and respect your beating heart, so beautiful so much brightness, you shine it blinds and mesmerizes us so much strength,… Continue reading the one, the sea

Travelling heart

As you probably guessed by my recent posts, I'm heart broken. I recently had to choose between my mental health and the love of my life. And boy, it's been tough. The hardest part has been realizing what went wrong, after, when it's just too late to do anything about it. The only thing that… Continue reading Travelling heart

My search, pt. 1

The gold rays of sunshine were not able to find everything, you could see them scrambling to fill every nook around, never being able to. You could hear the cicadas buzzing all around you. Like a symphony that announced the darkness of the night was soon to come. The colors that were painted in the… Continue reading My search, pt. 1