In order to forget, you must first resurface those memories that you want to let go. The process of remembering is somewhat difficult. Intense emotions flashback in the mind and you are thrown into that scene all over again, those things you want to forget. It hurts. Tears may fall. Anger and humiliation may wrench… Continue reading To forget is to remember.
A year ends. Yes, it can end. It ends. The numbers on the calendar gets reset from 12 to 1 and we begin again. It is still tomorrow, we go to sleep and the clock passes 12am and it is the 1st of January 2018. How is it so different from waking up to today… Continue reading A year is ending.
I am still 21. I am already 21. I have completed a quarter. (calculating with a life expectancy of 80-84!) I feel like I have lived too much. Too long. The mornings are dragging, hearts breaking at each sunrise, the cloud dusting over the moon, depressed and a lonely soul roaming around the space in… Continue reading written in June 2017 when I was utterly depressed
the anti-Loveless project Because I have been hating life so much, constantly feeling miserable, like there is nothing to live for, instead, I have decided to listen to people around me, asking what they (meaning you) love about life. It all began out of my misery, and it is sort of a way for me… Continue reading anti-Loveless project
I am writing again after a very long time. The past few months has been emotionally a rollercoaster ride for me, many unexpected things happening to myself, my family and friends. The world is always too chaotic for such simple tiny heart and mind to process, I often get lost and still am, in the… Continue reading I am writing again, inhaling the world
To get rid of all that noise. So many different voices, screaming out their own words for others to listen, but others also shout so there is no one listening. The chaos of these voices, what we feel must be universal, fundamentally what we are as human beings, but at the same time, there is… Continue reading How can we be so sure?
The feeling of loss when you are in bed with the heaviest body, sinking into the mattress, and through the crumpled sheets, to the centre of something failing. Your head is falling into the depth of despair and you cannot wake up but not fall into sleep enough. I have always been a sickly being.… Continue reading Just staring into space
I am listening. The window is open to my right, the air has been cooled from the drop in temperature and the rain from previous night. I let myself to sleep hearing the spluttering on the roof, and I adored how I was tucked in the softness of the bed with the book set in… Continue reading I write for everything
The fragility of moments is what we all think we know, and we don’t, really. We remember them when we are nearly dying, or sick or lose it. It is already gone when we think we know what it is. We are always too late for so many things. So smart and knowing the way… Continue reading Moments are fiction
I was writing about "intensity" in various places, I came up with more than I wanted it to, raw, exposed emotions arising and I couldn't keep writing. I turned them into a poem instead. Because it scares me so much. That intensity. The way dark falls upon from above, crushing hearts and mind… Continue reading That intensity