The feeling of holding yourself together, so no one sees you falling apart.
Probably needed a hug,
but she stayed quiet.
She didn’t want to make a sound,
didn’t want to be a burden,
didn’t want to take up space
in someone else’s warmth.
She folded her arms around herself
and called it enough.
Told her heartbeat to hush,
told her eyes to dry,
told the ache to wait its...
This piece lays bare the quiet agony of invisibility, the feeling of existing on the edge of others’ joy, always reaching but never reached for. It's the lament for the heart that keeps offering love into the silence, still burning softly into the dark, waiting to be seen.
Why is it never me?
Why am I always the one looking in,
Face...
This piece captures the quiet unraveling of someone standing at the edge of themselves – torn between needing to heal and fearing they never will. Each line is a confession of guilt and survival, trembling yet persistent, revealing the haunting strength of simply still being here.
I’m speaking in fragments -
because the whole me is fracturing.
My pulse is a...
When my mother told me not to run that particular afternoon, I didn’t listen, because I was a child, and I was meant to be able to do whatever I wanted whenever I wanted. She was an adult, which meant she was a hater, an old lady whose favorite pastime was watching the news, waiting for the next greedy...
Micah had never seen the cornfields, stalks arranged in long rows, so green, so yellow, so rich like the acrylic pens he had stolen from the market stall at age eight. It was vivid, and not any less than the solid steel buildings that he had lived around, turned black by soot, which scraped off onto your fingers when...
It was the musty, dark garage with two tiny windows. Sort of square-ish in shape.
No one needed a guru to tell what Aaliyah’s favorite place had been. To her, it had been the world. It had seemed that the whole earth with all its seven billion people fit into that tiny, often overlooked room. And now that she was...
I was crossing the road and almost got run over by a car. The guy had been driving like there was a knife to his neck. It was dark out, a few meters from my dorm.
I was scared.
And after he had gone his way, offering many apologies, I was pissed.
The car was quite small, those hunchback types that I...
It proved quite interesting when reality took a turn.
One would think that the world was turning on its head, no sufficient space to keep both thinker and thoughts. Imagine waking up one morning to find your chair scolding you for all the times you draped your stinky clothes atop it so that it thought it was sick enough to...