how did you find her? they’d always ask me.
A lot of you may say, I’m innocent. I’m not part of the blame. Yet saying that makes you part of it, finding someone to hold responsible so your conscience lets you sleep peacefully at night.
i was born from the ashes of the great red fire, and ever since i was made aware of this, i wanted to ask her, Redstar, if she knows anything about the fire. she was one of the Reds, one of the many colorful stars in the dark sky laid upon my eyes to see,… Continue reading they call me starburn and i despise my name.
we are not given breaths to waste them in sighs. we are not given hearts to box these feelings inside. we are not given time in this consciousness to spend unconscious, flaccid, or in stillness. our time in the light is meant for us to enjoy; for breathing; the fresh mountain air, mixed with honeydew… Continue reading why were we given this?
there is not much time; gather all the laughs, the memories and the photographs. the train is boarding, the smoke dissipating, I hear the whisper of the wind telling us it’s changing. put your youth inside your suitcases, wear adulthood, put on straight faces. show them your tickets, don’t forget any last kisses. we sit… Continue reading the train ride to adulthood
to be loved, is everyone's desire. to be appreciated, is the yearning in every beat of their hearts. why do we need other people to satiate our thirst for life, telling our hearts it is the taste of authentic living? to feel alive, is something you can accomplish alone, by soaking the days and breathing… Continue reading to be loved…
in the land of the calloused and the castles of the pink-skinned, he stands in between, taming the beasts of liberty and the monsters of greed. his courage is of sublime proportions, causing explosions in the hearts of those who bear witness. a silent bang, and their hearts were forever touched, eternally adoring him. he… Continue reading he who stands guard
the many facets of one hello: hopeful, with a smile brighter than the sunrise itself, waiting to be answered with one as breathtaking as the sunset. grieving, already dreading the end. for a hello constitutes to the existence of a goodbye. flawed, for is it right to say hello to you still? with the familiarity… Continue reading the many facets of one hello
The last page of the book has come, but unlike every other book you’ve read, you don’t feel any remorse. You don’t regret reading through the last few lines, knowing that that one last period will come at the end where words won’t follow anymore. Instead, you read with ease, with calmness. You sit… Continue reading 366/366
this is a letter for all the times you made me feel those stupid butterflies and that wretched hope for more of you. this is a letter not of contempt but of regret. i regret to ever cross paths with you, Love. to ever feel the lightness in my stride and the silent, gentle stroking… Continue reading A Letter to Love