Aug 29, 2014
Rèveur #vscocam

Rèveur #vscocam

Aug 22, 2014


He doesn’t love me anymore.
I know he never said he did, but I know he did. He was just afraid.

But now I just feel like he doesn’t love me anymore. I don’t feel anything from him anymore except sympathy.

I don’t want sympathy.

That simply wouldn’t do.

But talking doesn’t feel like talking anymore so what else was I supposed to do?

Aug 17, 2014
Does one need a reason to come back to a place she calls home?

Does one need a reason to come back to a place she calls home?

Aug 15, 2014


Aug 9, 2014


One day, God gifted me with perfection. He was quiet in his ways, but he knew how to make me smile. He was shy, but he was reliable. Dependable. He made little jokes with me and I laughed whenever I was with him. He was always there, always, by the end of the day.

His only flaw was that he didn’t exist in my reality.

But I loved him, and that’s what mattered then.

I realize now that it didn’t. Love was too much and love wasn’t enough. Love caused pain and love drove him away. But to blame love is like blaming the Sun for burning, for it couldn’t be helped even if you try to put it out with a million pails of water. What good would it be anyway?

I didn’t know that I was in love with somebody perfect. I know that now, but what good is now when it’s too late? I lost it and I lost him.

God gifted me with perfection and I wrecked it.

I wrecked it.

I wrecked me.

Aug 5, 2014


I know what goodbye feels like. I’ve seen it in films. I’ve read it in books. I know what goodbye feels like.

So why am I not ready for this?

Jul 28, 2014
Eid Mubarak, brothers and sisters in Islam!

Eid Mubarak, brothers and sisters in Islam!

Jul 14, 2014
Dream come true. #jaredhugginleto #mars #echelon #reve

Dream come true. #jaredhugginleto #mars #echelon #reve

Jul 5, 2014


The wait. The hardest part is always the wait.

You wish for it all to end. You wish for it all to heal,

But time doesn’t allow it now.

So you wait till one day you wake up

And the numbness is gone

The deafening silence

And the emptiness that you feel

You want it gone

Time doesn’t allow it now

And you wander the streets like a ghost

Looking for her lost soul

And you walk down the sorrow

Hoping you’d feel the scorching sun on your skin

Because you want to be alive again

You want to fly off and be free like the birds you see

But the pain keeps you chained up to the ground

With nothing but a broken heart

So you wait

You wait…

Apr 20, 2014


I write about love and heartbreak


it’s the only thing I know about

or maybe


it’s the only thing I don’t know about.

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Dea Ishak is a mermaid, or maybe that's what she would like to be. She dreams of living and inspiring, to touch souls and create magic. She is a creative writer and filmmaker, according to her education degree, though mostly she just likes to think of herself as a person who aspires to make art, if you consider this art. Subscribe via RSS.