food and i, we have a love-hate relationship. it’s complicated between us but somehow we always managed to be there for each other. <3
Of tiredness and pain.
Between comfort zone and success, there is pain. Pain is inevitable and hurt lingers. People depart and life goes on. Time never waits, as much as we hoped for. To simply keep up with existence, we take in *hit. Mentally drained and emotionally worn out, we seek love. But love itself can’t feed us. Thus, when all else fails, we take a break and shop for another brain. The...
it hangs at the edge of my mouth, swaying to and fro. a rope tied so tight; it’ll make my heart bleed. the swaying gets stronger each passing second. with increased force, the rope might just break. but hold on. don’t let it break just yet. focus. focus miza. even if you think you know what it is, let it sway longer. let the kiss linger and let the touch tingle. hold on to...