Ctrl+Z. Ctrl+Me.

"Just living is not enough", said the butterfly, "one must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower."
— Hans Christian Andersen.

all the roses dead.

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Tired, tired with nothing, tired with everything, tired with the world’s weight he had never chosen to bear. 
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned


what happens when I begin to lose myself?

I’m scrambling on the floor

down on my knees

searching for the remnants of my past

and what’s left of my soul.

if I forgot what I’m fighting for,

am I then a lost cause? 

am I becoming who I don’t want to be

or turning into what I was told?

what happens when I begin to pick up the pieces?

in the ideal world,

where would I be?

would I be happy somewhere else

or exactly where I am?

if my life was a song,

what would it be?

a tune of harmonious melodies

or an unsynchronised symphony?

at what point do I stop seeking answers

and just answer the damned questions. 


it’s not the time to close the chapter.

it’s time to finish writing the book.



and now my heart froze over

crown is getting heavy on my head and my shoulders.


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