Tag: Loneliness

  • How To Be An Unhappy Creative

    How To Be An Unhappy Creative

    A blogpost about what I do to not be creating art, and how to stay unhappy.

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  • Forgetting Who I Once Was

    It has been more than a decade since it happened. It was a late October night. I could not fall a sleep, and the red screen of my alarm clock was staring at me. As if the clock was getting ready to do something the moment I closed my eyes. Then, within the darkness of…

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  • On Distraction and Finding Focus After an Organized Mess

      Music has been my emotional release lately. I had tried meditation several times and it does help to reach mental clarity. There is something unique when I am making music, however. I probably have not much experience yet with meditation to fully reach its benefits. I believe it makes me think better when I…

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  • New EP Out Now

    Hello All, My new EP Uncomfortable Reflections and Other Stories is out now on all streaming platforms. It was an intimate experience writing and recording this record. It has a lot of meaning for me since I have been in an emotional rollercoaster lately. I hope, that some of the lyrics resonate with others. Thank you…

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  • The End of The Tunnel

    Tonight, I found that I was at a lost. It was not about winning anything, or to prove a point. It was about becoming responsible for something I am not. What I was going to say did not matter, the decision was already made. An excuse was needed, that is all. Tonight, I let someone…

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  • Anger Afterhours

    It is Sunday, 1:17 am, and I cannot sleep. Emotions are strong tonight. I feel anger inside. The truth is that I feel anxious, and that makes me react with anger. It makes me feel frustrated because I thought I was fine, until I started remembering.

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  • Broken, But Not Alone – Daily Prompt

    Just sad, plain. Empty, with no desires. Just this numbing pain. My once vast well of emotions is drying out. Drop by Drop. For others, is almost entertaining. And I don’t have time for laughter When I feel that my soul is being slaughtered. I try to make a conscious effort To recognize the signals…

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