It has been quite some time (yet again), and it genuinely makes me happy to be awake in these rare chances of some peace and quiet time… Read more “Relapse”
I’m afraid that I’ve become too protective of my emotional vulnerability that the idea of writing was just… gone.
I have been saying (and am constantly being bombarded of the reminder) that most of my old poems posted here were inspired by an infatuation to a… Read more “That Time All My Infatuation Went to Waste”
Mindspit – random thoughts at random moments
Sometimes I get too thoughtful that it makes me feel lonely.
I think of all these people; people whom I used to be fond of, and they to me. The places I’ve been to; the space, the view, the warmth and cold. Now only a few of those people reciprocate the same fondness that I have of them, and the places that held so much life remained still and inanimate. (more…)
Recently our professor assigned us to consciously articulate and explain why we consider ourselves as “normal”. The answer seems too obvious, and asking such a question might… Read more “Rethinking What “Normal” Is”
Some of my old poems seriously make me cringe.
Disclaimer, no this isn’t self-hate, neither it is a cry for attention, nor a belittling of people who just started writing poems out there. Please pursue it if it is your passion, I am no expert. I just find it amusing how the theme and structure of my poems evolve through the years. (more…)
Someone told me before that adulting, or being an adult, is a pain in the ass. I can’t stress enough how accurate he was (though I’m not… Read more “On Trying to Fix A Fucked Up Body Clock”
Disclaimer: I am not a vlogger, neither do I have the skills nor the decent tools to edit videos properly. (more…)
to strangers, that drifted away in time.