Yesterday’s date used to mean something to me. But now, it’s just another day in April that my phone has reminded me about. I spent the majority of it on my own with small things I did to distract myself from past disappointments. I thought I was diligent enough to get rid of such reminders,Continue reading “Autumn is for the lovers and dreamers”
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Half Moon
As I cast my eyes on the sky, searching for that soft and familiar glow of the moon, I sighed a breath of relief. I fondly recalled feelings of marvel in my admiration of the stars. Like a small heartbeat of hope, my chest longed for the same physical nostalgia of dreaming about the future…Continue reading “Half Moon”
Feats and Defeats, Distractions and Delights
It has been quite the feat to scale the tall walls of my waking. Each time I suffer a relapse into unwanted memoirs of misery, my breath shortens its cadence, and my heartbeat runs afar. In my distress, I send desperate prayers to God, begging Him to relieve me of this cup. But the reliefContinue reading “Feats and Defeats, Distractions and Delights”
Lover Girl
We’ve travelled another year around the sun, and now we’re here. It’s Valentine’s Day. Just another day of bittersweet feelings. Seeing love and loving that love for others, but painfully remembering that you don’t have it. Funnily enough, you had someone to share life with last year, yet today is the second Valentine’s Day inContinue reading “Lover Girl”
First
It’s a little strange reflecting on firsts, When thinking about lost seconds, With the boy that came before the third. My mind goes through the broken promises; The unrealised dreams, big and small; And the small lies that turned into great whites. I wish I could say the secrets weren’t a first—That they didn’t turnContinue reading “First”
Different Kind of Hurt
My friends joke I have too many hobbies, Small loves of chasing after umami delights, The high of scaling new heights, The tactile feel of poker chips and gambling thrills, The rush of frosty winds on snowy hills, The immersion into creative stories, Open-world games filling my inventories, Endless fascination with God’s vibrant landscapes, AndContinue reading “Different Kind of Hurt”
Satisfied
Act I Look around, look around, Would it be enough to know That you are alive right now? Please look around, look around At how lucky we are, it’s true, To be alive right now. Is it enough, or do we yearn For more than we have earned In a ceaseless, endless chase? Are youContinue reading “Satisfied”
Gentle and Lowly
Strong. Why does everyone want to be strong? Only those who want to be strong don’t know the pain of having no choice but to be strong. Or perhaps they were tired of being weak. My friends tell me that I’m strong—the silent and reliable type who always knows what to do when things goContinue reading “Gentle and Lowly”
Other Woman
Do you ever get that sensation… Of discomfort in your stomach, Or the feeling of a hand, Tightening around your neck, Stealing the air from your lungs? The discomfort creeps its way into your body, And makes the mind a fragile mirror maze, When you begin to wonder what was real, Where the truth startsContinue reading “Other Woman”
Your Place Is Here
My child, I know you’re hurting. I know it is your desire to please me, but know that I have given you this time to rest. You need not work for my love, as it is freely given to you. Trust in me and my promises that I have everything under control. I have notContinue reading “Your Place Is Here”
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