Names have been changed to protect the identities of people. Even though the names learnt are probably pseudonyms. Stepping into a new space is … Exhilarating. I’ve always liked meeting new people, but when they’re grouped in throngs at wooden tables with identical food buzzers in their hands, it’s kinda robotic and weird. They’re smiling.… Continue reading Connected with Strangers
cling wrap around my skin. stay dry – even blood runs like water here. cling wrap, like i’m preserving this body flesh to be kept fresh for another day when it’s ready, just not today cling wrap must be the reason his touch no longer electrifies the reason i can put myself face… Continue reading waterproof
Fiction is helplessly entangled with truth of some kind. Much in the same way that Orson Scott Card believes the reader takes in the fictitious material and constructs something in his mind such that he connects with it, identifies with it. And in that sense, fiction becomes reality for everyone, although everyone has different realities.… Continue reading When Love Arrived.
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.
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 ;
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.
Believe me when I say I have your face seared into memory. Of all I love this expression the most It conveys Peace, and some sort of trust Like the look of acceptance on a crow before life is wrung from its throat. And for once, I know you’re telling the truth. Tell me again… Continue reading Two-faced.