When your fingers are dripping blood.. Blood, from digging the ground with your own bare hands till your fingers are numb to the pain grazing against your skin. Your heart stopped breathing and you continue the motion of digging. Hoping that you might be able to tunnel your way through to the other end; of better days.

I'm not being negative, but sometimes, being too positive for others makes even a negative seem positive.

Sometimes, life is funny that way, you get what you want least but you somehow it's what you need most. Have a lovely week everyone!

Sometimes, dreams are like a broken record. Skipped notes and a scratchy tune. With that, the tune lingers on in your mind and your heart. 

Sometimes, dreams are like your favourite scent of freshly cut flowers. With that, leaving you wanting only for more.

At the end of it all, dreams are just dreams. You can choose to live in them just because it makes you get through your day with a brighter sun shining down on you. Or you can simply ignore the irritating tune scratching against your eardrum. But afterall, a dream is nothing but a dream. :)

What have you been dreaming about lately? 

I hope that hope will create in you a hopeful heart both today and always. :)

The infamous clinking (if there is such a word) sound made between the dessert spoon and the champagne glass signals the beginning of my favourite moment in a wedding reception. :)

Which is yours?