I’ve always, always been drawn to beaches I wonder where this affinity comes from Is it just because of the ocean And the sand tickling my feet? Or maybe it is something deeper, Kindred to memories almost lost
More than anything in the world she wanted to be able to feel something. She wanted to be able to sweat when it was hot and shiver when it was cold. She wanted to feel pain like all other people did. But she couldn’t. Her body could not perceive pain, and it seemed like more…
She was so, so tired. Absolutely exhausted from living. Her brain hurt, her limbs ached and her heart throbbed. Every step of every day felt like climbing out of a pothole. Every gesture felt like lifting a mountain. Living was taking everything out of her. But she loved it. And that’s what came between him and her.
I’m three years old Going to school for the first time My mom looks at me And says firmly, “Big girls don’t cry”
Cry, baby, cry Cry if you’re upset Cry if you miss someone Cry because you feel Cry, baby, cry Cry because you’re happy Cry because you’re touched Cry, you have the right to
“Calm down, everything will be fine” Nothing’s ever going to be okay. My life is destroyed “Don’t be so hard on yourself It isn’t your fault” Are you joking? It’s all my fault
You don’t see what I see
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…
The two intellectuals gazed across the sea of ignoramuses that belonged to their species. One dug out the world’s oldest children from their graves; One sucked on the reserve of seeped underground tears Mother Earth has shed; One poked holes into our planet’s cool blanket; While one threw poison into the earth’s transparent blood.
Dear future me, Hi hey hello How are you? How are you doing? I hope you’re good I hope you’re happy I have so many questions, So many aspirations, So many expectations And so much hope That you’re happy Are you doing what you love? Are you loving what you do? Are you looking forward…
“A simple complication, miscommunication, leads to fall out.” Story Of Us by Taylor Swift is blaring in my ears. I can’t seem to fall asleep. I think I know why too. Did I do the right thing? I don’t think I did. No no no what have I done?
Lets play a game of never have I ever, shall we?