HOME

There’s this place I call home. Its been a constant comfort to me for the past 11 years of my life. It welcomed me when I came from Singapore, it stayed with me when my parents got divorced and it remained when I shifted 3 houses in one year. It was the only thing I looked forward to when I broke up with my boyfriend and the only thing I thought about when my parents fought.

There’s this place I call home – My school Continue reading “HOME”

always remember…

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You don’t ever have to love someone enough for the both of you. Love needs to be shared. One person cannot love for two, while the other feels no love at all.

That’s cheating in the most simplest and basic of ways.

Don’t you ever love someone that much. It only destroys you.

~going back to my perfect reverie

I Died To Live

It’s a chilly winter morning. I can’t feel anything, but that must be because I’m dead. I know this because I see the people wearing black cardigans and sweaters. Some are even wearing black long coats. It’s all black. I told them not to make it all black, but who ever listened to me? Oh well, can’t help it now.

I had a list of how I wanted my funeral to be. I specifically mentioned NO black and NO tears. I also said they should play good music, my music. Instead all I can see is black and tears and all I can hear is the sad melancholy tune of the church choir. Its a sad sight, but I guess that’s how funerals are supposed to be. If I were there I would want someone to kill me,  but no one would have. Guess it’s best I did it myself.

I’m floating near a tree, quite far away from the actual ceremony. I wonder if people can see me, but I doubt they can. All people are doing is going to my casket and whispering. I’m curious to know what they might be saying, so I float over there and listen to people speak to my dead body. It’s not eavesdropping, they are talking to me after all.  Continue reading “I Died To Live”

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