Bee Chill

My past shaped me into a proud woman. No regret what so ever. My present wants to mould me in something I’m not. Heartbreak lines appear. My future is a pencil line. I carry the eraser. -Driandayaba- 27-04-2016

In order 2 sustain, love must B able 2 survive outside the bubble. It’s a moment in our created timeline, carrying insecurity as a name. It’s the boarder that pulls us in and out our comfort zone. It’s like sleeping with windows open regarding the weather. It’s not seeing the other in the flesh for…

Unconsolable beautiful words embedded in my bones & flesh. Tears of despair sing their lullaby. A friend or foe who visits in my dreams with a message. A hand, a kiss of an total stranger that unlocked free will. I feel so I am. To tremble and shudder when I unleashed with a sigh once…

The truth will set us free as it being a strong force. The angle in this is many perceptions, enable different truths. Wich ones are deceptions, created by our own minds or of the others. How do we distinguish what is ours, the others or the general truth? Is it the owner of morals who…

Captured by reason blown away into pieces. The rhyme in the song of life keeps me moving. Rationally fed through nurture. Driven by needs and surprised by the unexpected. Senses keep me hostage by carrying a positive rage to consume through my wants. It’s knowingly, willingly and able to. This is, was and will be…