A letter to myself

Live in the moment and stop being so fucking sad.

There’s a lot you don’t know, and there’s a lot you haven’t experienced yet. You’re wrong sometimes and there are things you don’t fully understand

but that’s okay

work everyday to become better than before

try your best to make connections, friendships and relationships with people you never thought you’d meet

experience new things, and if life begins to seem stagnant, look around and see what it has to offer, appreciate it

take a break, life isn’t all about working, don’t stress

think back on the memories that held the most joy, remember the nights that felt the most alive

the meaning of life is what you create by yourself, it cannot be determined by someone else

so spend your time with the people who mean well, who give you joy and who matter to you

make memories with those you love the most

do things that mean something.

don’t grow up too fast, most kids want to be adults and adults want to be kids again

take full advantage of where you are right now

you are still growing, there is still time

the world will try to beat you down but keep your head high and remember that life is what you make of it

and most of all remember to smile, to be happy

the world doesn’t die when you do, it was here before you and it will remain after you

you are exactly where you need to be

care for yourself, care for others but do not compare yourself, because a life lived in comparison is a life not lived well

so live fully and give them a show, make them remember who you are.




Be Aware

I don’t know how to put this. Recently there’s been so much loss and it been too hard to bear. ‘he hang himself’ , ‘she cuts herself’ truly its so sad to hear. We live obliviously to struggles of others
We surround ourselves with people we call our friends, but are they happy? Do you know their story?
There’s always that girl that sits in her room crying but when you see her all she does is smile.
There’s that boy who’s good at everything but he’s so broken inside.
There’s the pretty girl with many friends but which ones are actually real?
I don’t know what has happened to the world, it seems so complicated
Everyone’s become so good at hiding how they really feel. Sometimes I really hate it. We keep so much inside it’s bound to overflow.
You’d never know miss popular cries herself to sleep or Mr nice doesn’t know how happy feels
When you ask, they say they’re fine and you agree and move on.
We never really know until it’s too late and they’re gone
Then we go online to twitter and instagram
we post ” I love you Brother, I wish we had more time”
but then you realize there were so many signs, sometimes we take this life for granted
we never realize how much we have to lose until we lose it.
So this is to all my brothers and sisters suffering in silence
The ones who think they are alone and have no one to confide in
we’re here for you whoever you are and whatever you are going through
please talk to some one and maybe … just maybe they can help you. ❤



I think I think too much …

“I think a lot but I don’t talk much” – Anne Frank

Dear brain, stop thinking too much, stop jumping to conclusions, stop running around. I get lost in my thoughts and I can’t even speak. I can’t put words together to even express my thoughts. But you see that’s problem, I think too much and feel too deeply. It’s a dangerous pair. There’s so many problems that come from overthinking that can be avoided. I don’t think too much when I’m writing, I’m aware and I’m present. But that’s me, I can’t change.

The ink and the paper become one, my hand and the letters on the keyboard move in sync. The world is too loud but it’s suddenly quiet when I write.



The Girl

There once was a girl who liked a girl so much that she fell in love,

She was lost
and alone
didn’t know who to trust,

If she told
they’d call her freak
she’d be an outcast,

All she wanted was to live and love just like the rest of us.

“The heart wants what it wants” – Woody Allen

Different – A poem

I never belonged
i wasn’t a part
I was just different
right from the start.

I had big brown eyes
untameable hair
I had chocolate skin
that was blemished not fair.

I couldn’t sing
wasn’t part of a team
I sat and read books away from the scene.

I wrote little poems
stories and letters
I wrote about love I’d never had
wrote about feelings I’d never felt.

I was mostly unnoticed, I liked it that way
Away from the drama and dissaray
I sheltered myself within my mind
surrounded by thoughts that kept me alive.

I never belonged
i wasn’t a part
but that wasn’t so bad
because I was content at heart.

– Friendly Neighborhood writer


I think it’s called ‘Love’

You fall in love with the way he talks and the way he says his words

You fall in love with the way he walks and the way he holds your hands

You love the way he looks at you like you’re the only one

You love the way he makes you feel when you’re alone

You love the way his eyes are brown but brighter than the stars

You love the dimples in his cheeks and the wrinkles by his mouth

You love the sound of his laugh and the way he makes you smile

You love the way you can talk for hours without getting bored

You love the way you heart skips a beat when  he says ‘Hello’

You love the way he thinks too much but you think too much too

You notice the way the more you talk the more you sound like him

You love his complex mind and all his troubled thoughts

You don’t know why you care so much but you know he cares too.

‘ Some people care too much, I think that it’s called Love ‘

– Winnie the pooh



Beauty is art
Life is art
YOU are art
(No this isn’t going to be a long emotional speech, nothing too deep)
A smile is probably the most beautiful feature.
A smile says a thousand words and your eyes show a thousand emotions.
It’s the most raw form of expression.
Art isn’t just drawing, coloring or painting. It’s everything we see, touch, feel, smell and do. You’re an artist. If you write, you’re an artist. If you sing, you’re a musical artist. If you act, you’re a theatrical artist.
Art is the most beautiful form of expression and most of the time we hide it within ourselves.
We hide behind our art
I’m an Artist, that’s what I am.