Life’s been hazy lately. My eyes lose focus far more than they used to. Lips forget words before I could utter them. I can’t dedicate my time doing something I enjoy. Do I not enjoy the things I used to? It’s been two months and things has changed. Or have I changed? I don’t want … Continue reading displaced
I tried to make a home out of my body. I carved my country’s map in my skin thinking that maybe somehow my skin will find its healing through my country. Like somehow engulfing it with new tissues and fresh skin would make it apart of it. Foolishly forgetting that healing proves fruitless without love. … Continue reading My body
Not naked, but half. Mirrors surrounding me from every angle. Forget mirrors when you have eyes. Close-ups. As close as one can see. No one’s every seen me this close. Yet, I feel filthy, guilty, disappointed. Not enough.. that's all I can think. How can a body working to its capacity, with fully functioning organs … Continue reading It’s been awhile
I become extremely destructive when I'm in love. Is it even love if it's destructive? can I even love? People talk highly of love and portray it as this beautiful thing but it is the most destructive emotion there is. Love is like a facade you could lose yourself in. Love is just an attachment. … Continue reading .
Paris screams your name. I wish you would answer it back. I wish you'd have a look around. Would you believe me if I told you everything I see spells out your name? I promise you I'm not lying. Turns out, you're not only present in your city alone. Baby, you are everywhere I go … Continue reading Paris and you
You're the most intricate puzzle I've had the privilege of solving. Time ticked slowly when I was with you, granting me enough time to unwind your brains and unfold your ripped corners, very carefully. Growing up, I was the best at puzzles. I remember wandering through bookstores trying to look for puzzle books to solve … Continue reading solved
There are parts of me that believe I shouldn't have let go of things that I have, things that I have forgotten, every event and character that has shaped the malformed mirage of this ever-shifting identity. There's a desire to over complicate and over analyze loss, and worst of all; to solidify it. To make … Continue reading –