I need space Space for my head To think again Space for my hands To work again Space for me To be me again


“Do not fall in love with people like me. I will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth. I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. And when…


You don’t see what I see

you’re my person

Dear best friend, The first memory I have of us is pretty darn random. It’s me you and this other girl standing in a single file in first grade. We’re arguing about whose turn it is to stand in front because we were all the same height (at the time ugh). The second most prominent…


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…

It’s You

It’s a party and people are getting drunk and high all at once. There are clouds of smoke in every room, drunken teenage boys trying to feel you up as you walk and strobe lights blinking down. The music is blaring and my friends are having the time of their lives. But I’m not. I’m…


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.

Two Statues

I once walked into a museum of stone and marble statues. It was nothing fascinating or great, just your normal boring statues frozen in time and place for eternity.

Trust Me

I need you to trust me. Yes, those words sound suspicious. Yes, those words have probably betrayed you a billion times. Yes, you’re probably sick of those same old words being lies. I understand. But still, I need you to trust me. Is that okay? Okay.

This Ain’t A Fairytale

She stood frozen to her spot on the floor as she heard his voice on the phone. He sounded weak, unsure and a little bit afraid. “Do you love me?” he asked quietly. She looked at her feet and gulped. Did she love him? She took a deep breath before answering.  “Yes” He smiled from the…