the cycle with a flat tube

you know it happens : you hurt and you heal and you hurt again and you hurt a lot it's that cycle with a punctured tube and it weighs down on you and yet you move you move you ride you feel the wind against your face and you smile that's it you survive

The tear in my socks

the sun is out and bright and slightly harsh and there are birds : blue and small white and big red, black and dark grey there’s tea boiling in a kettle far away and there is someone slicing up apples for a cake there are couples falling out of love in the last seats of…

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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…

A T E TEAEAT (88)

B R E A         T H E They will suffocate you anyway B R A K E They will break you anyway F U C K They don't care anyway S M I L E They will never know anyway and when all else fails hug yourself and eat warm rice and…

Maslow, you suck

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…

tales of the little blue bug

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…

fuck you and all that:

there are stains on my cheeks from the tears that once marked our boundaries from the tip of my nose merges the melancholy into the anger that has creased itself into the comforts of your chest and from within the wedlock rises my disgust at everything we are you, and I and this thing you…

I fear

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…