I gave birth to a baby boy. Or at least I dreamt that I did. It was the evening, and I was crouched by the hearth. He was there with an ache in my bones. I felt it. Fast-forward within the white walls of the hospital. I drowsily peeked through the nursery’s glass wall (One…
Reflections
Sunday Night Blues
Under the weight of numbed fingers I lay, unconvincingly asleep, as the world peers through my bedroom window. I look up through shadow-filled lashes. The pseudo-heroes, the deceived children, the tormented matchbox lovers who got caught in the undertow of life. My mind wanders and words leak out of my skull, seeping like black tar;…
Carefree
Been wrecking my mind to write a piece I’ve been only seeing fragments of in between dilly-dallying and sleep. Spent the entire night sloughing through a string of Muhan Dojeon episodes. I think my problem now is that I don’t have a problem.
Old Ghosts
Sometimes, I think of all the people I’ve lost or grew apart from and wonder what they would think if they saw me or knew me now, given how much time has passed and how much things have changed. Would we still be friends? Would we argue over the same things? Would we be kinder,…
Independency
Find arms that will raise you up from your most helpless plights and hold you at your frailest. Find eyes that will behold your beauty, even at your ugliest. Find a heart that will love you unquestioningly, even at your most repulsive. Because that is the only love that really matters. And when they aren’t…
Unfinished Story
We sure would have made one hell of a story if we hadn’t run out of ink.
Writer’s Block
Sometimes I lose the ability to turn words into art. Maybe I should let them speak for themselves, but they can be such timid fellows, and I wouldn’t want to pressure them. So instead I’ll just listen to the silence the world destroys by talking and talking, wishing I could say something that would make…
“Let go!”
You’ve heard it many times. But how do you really say goodbye to someone you love? There seems to be more pain in admitting it’s no use holding on… but what about those romantic letters and gifts? What about the dreams you said you’d both achieve together someday, and the promise to keep trying when…
Fickle Friend
Sorry is a word that means nothing anymore, like a Frisbee being tossed around on a summer day. It’s just another word that has entered into disuse. We are living in a world where some things hold little to no value. People are outright liars. Friends are outright liars. Camaraderie is too fickle a thing…
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