These eyes are haunting. I can’t bear to look at them in the mirror. There’s something… off, about them.They’re like bottomless wells, and those who venture too close run the risk of falling in, never to find a way out. All the light that tries to illuminate its depths inevitably get sucked into its thick,… Continue reading Metaphors for Amor.
no longer do i startle at the sight of some stranger who stole your jawline, your black hair, and how you rub your nose and sigh when a thought takes form. afterall you are not so different – just the outline that makes them familiar, is all. now i smile at your disappearing form now… Continue reading stranger.
I have spent, and am still spending, quite a bit of time processing my molestation on 30 November 2016. I use “my” to convey ownership. A sense of taking responsibility for what has happened, much like the way one would lay out enough food and water for their pet. A more cynical analogy would be that of being… Continue reading Confidence | Arrogance
I can hold space while you see what your heart has to say about me There’s no dotted line to sign away your freedom I’ll acknowledge you for what you do to keep strong I’ll always get behind you, don’t get me wrong I don’t ask for much, just be honest with me I don’t… Continue reading ;
Titles are a hassle. It’s so difficult trying to come up with something that would adequately encompass whatever I’m going to write. Especially for this post – calling it childhood isn’t exactly right because there are so many things that still define me to this day. Calling it the present seems to suggest that this is… Continue reading Chapter 1, Part 1: Introduction + Confusion = Introducsion
28 January 2017. The day for resurrection has come. Yesterday night, a beast was clawing its way out of my chest. It sunk its teeth into my windpipe as I tried to bury it under more layers of I don’t care and This should not and will not affect me and I am stronger than… Continue reading The Giving Tree.
Hello. I’ll be honest. I don’t know where I’m going to take this series of posts, or if my humdrum of a life is even worth chronicling. But I am sure that there will be certain stories that resonate with you, dear reader. And I suppose, if I make that connection even with a single person,… Continue reading Preface