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The misadventures of the heart and sometimes, the stomach.

Safe House.

You know, I like this place. I have lived here for as long as I remembered. Most of my fondest memories were made here. This is all I know. I like it here.   I like the fact that I know where all the things are, how the furniture is arranged. I like to know

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Dilute.

I don’t know who I am anymore. Every day I feel more and more of myself rubbing off, fading into nothingness. With every passing moment I am losing a little more of me. I can’t see what is before me, I don’t know where I am heading. I kept following the voices in the fog.

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Kryptonite.

You are my Achilles’ Heel. You are my Kryptonite. You are my most vulnerable. You are my weak spot. You are my only cure. You are my poison.   And I hate that you are.

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