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Hope. Joy.. Feelings cloaked as words.

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Seated by the kitchen counter with a glass of red wine in my hand, dwindling it as I was waiting for my dearest husband to be back from work. Although it might not seem much or somewhat overdoing it, I... Continue Reading →

quit bitching, start doing.

Burnt-out is the first word that came into my mind. I have been writing for two years and posted more than 700 writings, and here I am, bitching about how much shit I have not done, how tired I am,... Continue Reading →

666 catharsis 666

"wake up." "wake up!" "you'v... who am i...? what am i doing here...? am i still...  alive? me? my eyes were burned with searing white lights tiring, lethargic, wearied, my soul. fall back just fall back into that trance the... Continue Reading →

Catharsis #1

prying open the deepest ends of my heart, there was nothing more to be expected, everything was emptied out of me a year or so ago, when things started to get awry. i have been in this constant state of... Continue Reading →

Typical Malaysian Family Conversations.

The dining table is a place where you share your daily with your family members, discuss politics, talk about the future, joke about one another, making sure good communication but not miscommunication is fostered between everyone in the family in... Continue Reading →

Talk Too Much.

Looking at you, Making me wonder, How much I don't know, And want to know about you. It is inevitable, You are painted Across my mind, Throughout the days. I could not get you Out of my mind, Perhaps, you... Continue Reading →

Pulled Away

Another day, another time wasted talking about change, but not executing it. I sat at the corner of my bed, scrolling mindlessly through my phone, shutting myself out of any form of life except from my phone. Occasionally, I would... Continue Reading →

Metamorphosis

How many days have past like this? A perennial question that kept me on my toes. I knew I had a problem with myself, But, I chose to ignore it. Why are you doing this to yourself? I don't know,... Continue Reading →

Remember…

I was laying down on my bed, scrolling endless through my phone, waiting for time to pass. My conscience was defeated by the banality of life, I became tired of life. The battle with myself was great, I was consumed... Continue Reading →

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