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Black Box #finale

Days, weeks, months passed. The void that I was living in was simply too good to be true, I could not even imagine what it was like outside, anymore. I just wanted to rest on my laurels, wait for things... Continue Reading →

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Black Box #two

Everything happened so quickly, my mind and heart could not keep up. It was pitch-black, my heart was slowly slipping into the infinite abyss of no return, my mental state was treading upon the thin line of in-sanity, my visions... Continue Reading →

Black Box #one

Prancing around in the land where possibilities were seamless, I could create things out of thin air with my pure imagination and hard work. Sometimes my creation would be unprecedented, out of my imaginations. The freedom, the excitement, the life... Continue Reading →

catharsis :re #finale

I am alive, I can breathe, I will rise again. Lesson learned, Advice heeded, Eyes opened. No more depression, No more self-depreciation, No more meaninglessness. Hopes, Dreams, Love, Restored. The light penetrated through the murkiness of darkness. My fears dissipated... Continue Reading →

re: hope #29

the thin gossamer thread that i held on for years it has not snapped nor has it torn apart, it remained stout, sturdy and solid. Through the depths hell, Over the nine mountains and eight seas, There is nothing That... Continue Reading →

re:surrected #28

Awakened, I am unconscious no more, I am in control. Although I am still in the midst Of darkness And wastage, I am more in control, compared to last time. It is me who have the carte blanche over me,... Continue Reading →

re: broken #27

it is only when i am broken, i discover myself, how the pieces of mine came about, how the brokenness made me whole again. holding my breath, closed my eyes, counting my blessings, listing down my times, i realised myself... Continue Reading →

sixth sense #26

i am hungry, the hunger inside me, is craving for, more. desperation is lackluster, i am. living without hunger is not human. being hungry meant being human. if i simply forgot how to be hungry, just being comfortable, i could... Continue Reading →

re: sense five #25

towering concrete jungles, minute hindrances, cycling through habits, indulgence peaking, i am here, in the midst of this, mess. i just woke up from the conformity, i want to break away from the mass. not realising how difficult this is.... Continue Reading →

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