Usually when the sun goes down And darkness can be seen blanketing The earth and her inhabitants I sit by my bedroom window Watching the silver shine conquer the yonder As the starry sparkle Join in the

Dear Diary, April is here. Or it will be in a few hours. The last three months have been engulfed by an emotional fog that won't be bothered to fade away as expected. Life or fate has dragged me through

Dear Diary, The sun has been showing off and the dust is making everything wear her clingy earthy coat. From the books sitting at the corner of this room to the long eyelashes roaming out there. The mind

Dear Diary, The night embraces the moonless dim in a quite way. I should be sleeping but I am fighting to suspend my ego and let my writer find her light. My fingers are playing pens as the soul tries

Dear Diary, I am trying to come up with a way to break the ice. Trying to let myself slither into a better place to share what I will. It is been days I know but healing for me is not smooth. I can go