Hallowed, empty. I feel like those stick figures children draw. A body with no mass. Just an outline. I can't contain or be contained. My mind seems to wander to your face when I'm lonely. Almost as if it gave lonely a face. Is it your sad eyes, or the way you shut yourself down … Continue reading You
1am birds are gone. doors stopped singing. passersby took their bags and went to another station. i am lonely. there’s a windmill wildly spinning in my head and time has no feet to run 3am time gets tighter on my wrist my fatigued body stands behind the window for a long time that black veil, … Continue reading i don’t have time
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 ever 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