Sunday, November 30, 2014


I'm convinced that there are no sane people in the world. Everyone's a lunatic. Some people are just better at hiding their madness.

If you get to know someone well enough, once they share with you their secrets, the weirdness of their minds, and you start noticing their peculiar idiosyncrasies that make them the person they are, you realize that they are as abnormal as you are, and you get comfortable sharing your insanity with them.

That's probably what defines a friendship: knowing each other's crazy and loving it.

Saturday, November 15, 2014


In my waking nightmares
I see a cage, a shiny prison
With walls of frozen tears
And bars of selfish selflessness
Guarded by the ghosts of sweet memories

In my sleeping dreams
The walls shatter
I break out and run away
To where I belong

Friday, November 14, 2014


Everything we see hides another thing, we always want to see what is hidden by what we see. - Rene Magritte

He searches frantically
For clues to the mystery
He longs to know
Nay, he must know
What it all means
Where the path leads

It taunts him.

His curiosity will burn him
He revels in the thought
And would rather be consumed
In its ravenous flames
Than die in the cold
Of ignorance like the rest

It haunts him.

He peels off layer after layer
But the layers never end
And thus he is spent
So close, too far
He would never know all
For it was in vain, you see

Wednesday, November 12, 2014

On Books

I fell in love. With books. Again.

People are okay, but they're nowhere near as cool as books....well except maybe the ones who wrote the books, but even then I'm quite certain I'm right in saying that they wouldn't turn out to be as fascinating as their characters (I'm optimistic like that).

Let me tell you why a book is man's best friend (I am obligated at this point to inform you that I have never had a canine companion and so I could be wrong). Books tell you everything, they treat you like their confidante. They will tell you the greatest story you have ever heard, they'll move you to laughter, or to tears, or sometimes both at the same time, inspire you, teach you, even change your life and ask for nothing in return (yes, you need to buy them, but that's beside the point). They don't even care how badly you treat them. And best of all, books don't judge you- they are just there for you, in sickness and in health.

Like I said, people simply cannot compare (except, we sort of need them to do the actual writing of the books themselves...but maybe someday we'll have AI for that too).

A reassuring (and simultaneously scary) thought is that there are more books in the world than you can possibly read (seriously, they actually tried to count - apparently there are approximately 130 million books!).

And who cares if the stories contained within their pages aren't real? What does real mean anyway?

"People say that life is the thing, but I prefer reading." ~Logan Pearsall Smith