told me - while standing at a bar counter under dim lights and a night cold as it was outside warm was your breath - i get distracted easy you were (are) right i looked at that moth buzzing near our table but my fingers were wanting to turn around and feel your skin against… Continue reading to the boy who
I was 7 when I first heard 'empty vessels make more noise' and ten years later I tell my chest to stop beating so loud oh what have you done, English
You are evolving and so am I ; ofcourse but every time I breathe I am scared I am becoming the wrong person at the wrong time I am changing too soon for the seasons greetings to keep track of my falls and blooms sigh what do I do to stop time but write and… Continue reading .
a sense of belonging it's on your tri ang le that I learnt about in my high school back home but after changing countries to study further I am not sure if "back home" is spelled the same anymore like Plath I inhabit extremities and yet don't belong in any of those worlds 'oscillating' is… Continue reading Maslow, you suck
and that's it that's all it needed the little blue bug it crawled out of it's skin into another shedding along every whisker it breathed through every mole on its hurt every limb that seem paralyzed just a day ago the little blue bug it had found a new home maybe a little too soon… Continue reading tales of the little blue bug
of all kinds, haunt me in the words that I don't grasp in first attempt in the conversations that require me to smile; I see a dog its tail wagging in rhythm to the beats of my heart that is no more in its own head it fears the collapsing roof the absence of words… Continue reading I fear