Abstruse one

this is a letter to you. i still remember you, as much as i don’t want to, as many times as i write down that today is a new beginning and i don't need to think about you, you somehow, someway, find a way to creep into the smallest of my thoughts. and sometimes i make nothing of it, i disregard the thought and brush it off like it never happened, like i never saw you in my conscience, like your name name never graced the tip of my tongue. but other time it leaves me in deeper thought, questioning why i cannot seem to let you go no mater how distant we have grown and whatever resentment, if any, lies between us did little to change whatever perception you attain my head, or even my heart. so no this is not me wanting everything back, for us to do and dive into the avenue of memories and parade across false glances of running back to everything that hurt us. this is me trying to figure out why you are here in my mind, why i can never seem to completely forget you like everyone and e...

Your heart looks for healing Within smiles that have sorrow dancing in the words they gift you. You fall for words which falls for hurt which then both falling makes things worse and maybe you can fall for what's worth, but have you ever understood what it means to fall and how you've always been falling since birth? We fall for hope, for promises, for what we want and what we become, and to fall means to leave ourselves vulnerable to the clutches of this world, to leave our sanity on display, shop window, please come rob me, my heart is in my hands and thus my alarms are disabled, to fall means to drawn and drowning means death. in essence, We in” ourselves when we chose to love. And it’s not as disturbing as it sounds, as depressing as it sounds, though love has its tendency to make us attach ourselves to those emotions, but we destroy who we were and we change, And we all hate to admit it but love does change us. Maybe physically or mentally or even spiritually, we all al...

My lungs not only breathe air, when you are around. They breathe in your presence, and nectar in our talks.

If you thirst for a love that will drown all of the doubts growing in your soul and the fear vacationing in your mind, You must never settle. for someone who lacks passion m their eyes when they stare at you.

I don't know where to start or, when to stop breaking. It has always been just breaking. I have never known healing.

Nights aren't always long and hard. Sometimes our minds are enough to make them appear so. ...

This is a complete myth. Thoughts such as these actually hurt more than they help people who are assaulted. The damage done when someone is raped cannot be undone.While different forms of sexual assault are not worse than others and should not be compared, it is an agonising experience to constantly see your rapist, share a lived space with them and even remain in a relationship with them. The way people think of rape and sexual assault (within a process that is fuelled by  rape culture ) is that the rapist is a stranger and that there must be proof of the violence: bruises, scratches, tears, physical pain. Yet, rape does not have to tick boxes to qualify it as such. The trauma that follows is the same whether or not you had had sex with the person before. Whether you had engaged in kinky sex with the person before. Whether they were a relative or a friend. Whether the person bought you a drink, or you had been out with friends, or you went home with them. The trauma re...