#1 Tell Them Everything Is Going To Be Okay: Make them fall in love with uncertainty, and reach for something, a promise, that they can not see, a promise so far away, a promise so intangible and unconcrete. Point out the sun even when they keep telling you about being stuck under a starless night…… Continue reading How to (not to) comfort a friend|| Part one.
one day you will come to realise that love isn’t going to fix you, Love has two left hands and is terrible at repairing things Love cannot fix you, but love will stand by your side and watch you as you try and fix yourself Love loves the sound of broken, sharp and uneven pieces…… Continue reading Remember.
Your life sucks, say it to my face Where’s your report card? You surely burned it or hid it somewhere After all, you did the same thing with your heart Straighten your back, Elbows on table, Make sure you don’t spill your heart all over the place stop How dare you leave the meal? We still haven’t…… Continue reading Your Life Sucks.
Mother, I am not depressed. I might be crying my eyes out on the bathroom floor, begging for My lungs to function properly I might be seeing ghosts next to Your sweet soft face telling me Maybe you never even loved me I might go through battles I’m destined to lose daily But mother, I…… Continue reading I Am Not Depressed.
(For those who don’t know, Between The Lines is a writing program which I had the honour to participate in this summer. This is an ode to BTL. An ode to the most beautiful people I know, an ode to the happiest days of my life.) Monday. I type my favourite song in the search…… Continue reading Ode To BTL.
Dear you, I am in complete awe of the way you hold your kindness like a weapon, with two good hands, targeting everything I have grown up used to, giving me the immense urge to re-calibrate my standards of what I considered to be a selfless person. It baffles my mind how you have a…… Continue reading An Open Letter To Those Who Love A Little Too Much.
When I was a child, I had -a dream- that disappeared when I was told what comes along with him. I spent years contemplating whether or not I should write his eulogy, because somehow I can still feel his presence every once in a while, like summer breeze hitting my bare skin, making my body…… Continue reading Existential Crisis #1 : Do What You Love.