nothingness after death scares many of us. the idea that our consciousness—our soul vanishing just like footsteps on mud washed away by the rain. perhaps this is why we desperately seek answers to convince ourselves that there is something greater. that our existence: ideas, ambitions, friends, routines, and all the complexity we experience have meaning.…… Continue reading
omnipresent yet nowhere to be found, apart from dangling on the tip of your tongue.
[warning: may sound disgusting] I hate my brother. He is still as loud as he is narcissistic. He used to forget important dates and come home too early in the morning or not at all. That devil-may-care attitude of his irritates me more than overplayed pop songs at the malls. I hate how he can…… Continue reading an unsent letter
the room was dim, lit only by the blinding light of the projector screen. blue, the whole room was—not metaphorically—the dark blue blinds were drawn tightly shut. only fading traces of sunlight formed upon them. ocassionally, i could hear them sighing, the clicks of pen, and a long yawn. none of the lecturer’s words seemed…… Continue reading the blue room
we set fire to one another to keep ourselves warm, and you still dwell on the sense of how her hands felt like winter. her every breath left you frostbite and not even your sweater could cast away the cold. that was the time you realized that she herself could not keep her soul from…… Continue reading winter
when they were little, they used to play pretend. the tree house was their base. the stairs; misty mountains. the best of rapiers were brooms, if not used for witches to fly on. on a cardboard ship, they set sail. jumping from sofa to sofa, pretending the floor was lava, and saving puppet villagers. now…… Continue reading let’s play pretend!
and i am a girl who has been on the same page for years