Dear life,Do I hate you? or I just hate that I am not liking you enough? Well what's the difference? My heart is beating. I am alive. But am I really?My thoughts have destroyed me more than blades ever could. Sometimes it’s heavy… like you’re carrying an elephant. Sometimes it’s dark… you wonder if you’ll… Continue reading Fearing Life?
"Who are you, Lucy Ayene?", I asked myself. Trapped within the confines of my own mind, I am too aware of every thought passing through it, as if I was outside, looking in. At night I often lie awake ruminating endlessly about what’s wrong with me, about death, and about the meaning of existence itself.… Continue reading Relentless mind