[par-uh-dahys, -dahyz]

1. heaven, as the final abode of the righteous.
an intermediate place for the departed souls of the righteous awaiting resurrection.
4. a place of extreme beauty, delight, or happiness.
5. a state of supreme happiness; bliss.


You won't find anything like that at this weblog.

love, the Writer







I just wanna run to you,
And break off the chains,
And throw them away.

I just wanna be so much,
And shake off the dust,
That turned me to rust.

Sooner than later,
I'll need a savior.

Lees verder...

~fragile meadow

girl, tranquilly laboring at all love's cultivation,
i do believe, i am fortunate to have met you.

girl, how ephemeral our grace is in these wind stricken plains,
but i do believe,
it is our fate to reside here.
away from the mountains of youth and safety,
in a fragile meadow, we build our home.

girl, i see you bloom in this sun that we have shaped.
i do believe, you are my companion and lover.

through our rains and wintry phases,
i have come to love you for you.


Lees verder...



so i built up a world of magic
because my real life is tragic.

if it's not real,
you can't hold it in your hand,
you can't feel it with your heart.
and i won't believe it,
but if it's true,
you can see it with your eyes,
even in the dark.
and that's where i want to be.

go get your shovel,
and we'll dig a deep hole,
to bury the castle.


Lees verder...

~how does it feel

to treat me like you do?                                                                           when you had your hands upon me                                                           and told me who you are                                                                           i thought i was mistaken                                                                           i.thought i heard your words

now i stand here waiting                                                                           i.told you to leave me                                                                             while i walked down the beach                                                               tell me how does it feel. 

Lees verder...



i don't like


the memories

because the tears

come easily,

and once again i break

my promise

to myself for this day


it's a constant battle


a war between

remembering and forgetting. 

Lees verder...

~didn't i give it all?


Tried my best
Gave you everything i had
Everything, and no less

Didn't i do it right,
Did i let you down?
Maybe you got too used to
Having me around

So is it over,
Is it really over?
You're giving up so easily

But go on, and take it
Take it all with you
Don't look back, at this crumbling fool.


Lees verder...