I have always wanted to be so much more but have never been so. Wanted to do so many things but couldn't. Wanted so much to shed this costume that i am wearing and don some other one and be a different character but somehow have always failed. Always been stuck being me. Always thought that second chances might help but no matter how many times i start over i always end up making the same mistakes again.


Never realising how very perfect my flaws were.

Do you really think that what you are wishing for is going to make you any happier unless you are satisfied with what you already have?

You are the water that my colour spread in. And now no amount of science can separate us.

Blank walls and pages have a certain allure to them. The urge to bring them to life. Or rather infuse ones life into them.