#grief #life #quotes

The desperation to vanish away crawls back in today. And I'm not longer weaving dreams tonight. I loosen the strings. I let go of everything.

It's all romantic and beautifully heartbreaking, Until it's your grief hitting you randomly in a bus, while having your dinner, 3 am on a random night, or while chasing your dreams.

The cruelest kind of hope is the kind that keeps finding reasons to survive.

I always have hands for people in the dark. But then, Who shall wait for me when darkness covers my flesh and soul? Who shall pull me out, when dying is the only option I've got? Perhaps, a filthy being like me has to awfully die when an apocalypse hovers me.