I am your wings, You are my crown; We are the flame, That burns Through the clouds; Let's take this leap, Not look around; Submerged we are, And further we drown.

Sunday morning. Where’s the motivation??

My eyes were forcibly exposed to sunlight from the windows telling me it's morning already and I'm late. Eyelids, lazy as hell refused to open up, well, they have no choice anyway. My hands searched all over the bed to find my phone but couldn't. Time for eye and hand coordination has come but they…

This !

When apologies go in vain And you're in love with pain I want you to look at me, Tell me you'll be back again Countless nights died in silence Waiting for your voice Cruel were the mornings Laughing at our goodbyes With all the ways closed Your intentions, still unclear I hope you don't regret…