Mixed feelings and life itself
Are you ever torn between “I don’t give a f*ck” and “I felt that too much”? Entirely. Because I completely hear you if you are.… Read More »Mixed feelings and life itself
late night thoughts
Raw material for writers?
I love quoting these words by Sylvia Plath because they strike a chord within me every time, and I bet within most storytellers. It goes… Read More »Raw material for writers?
Chosen for you
Stay positive twenty-four seven Brush your teeth in case you stay a while Respect the law, follow the rules, society is king Pick a religion;… Read More »Chosen for you
Up in the air but eyes on the prize
It was a weekday. Before I opened my eyes, I felt one of my arms wrapped around some big, firm but soft shape. Slowly, my… Read More »Up in the air but eyes on the prize
Your calling: Try not to hang up
I saw a beautiful rotary dial telephone in Spain and it inspired me to want to write a verse or two. But when I met… Read More »Your calling: Try not to hang up
Gone Good Old Twitter
I’ve always joked about how “influencers” and Instagram models are going to be so homeless if, one day, IG simply disappears. With its ever-changing algorithm,… Read More »Gone Good Old Twitter
Another Reason (I Don’t Need)
I don’t need another reason to remember why I hide. I don’t need another reason to remind me why I chose this single life; that… Read More »Another Reason (I Don’t Need)
The Era of The Influencer
One good thing about trends is that, eventually, they fade. Why is it a good thing? Some trends are so terrible that they need to… Read More »The Era of The Influencer
Pride: A Poem
When I think back to all I’ve had and how I blew it and the things they ruined, and how hard it can be to… Read More »Pride: A Poem
Drowsy Notes and Sleepless Nights
Have we collectively become more sleep-deprived these past few months or is it just still us, the usual suspects — the insomniacs, the night owls,… Read More »Drowsy Notes and Sleepless Nights
If My Walls Could Talk
They’d probably tell on me, but I wonder which rumors they’d choose to spread. Would it be the story of how much I procrastinate; how… Read More »If My Walls Could Talk
Phases
Looking at the round, bright moon above this night made me think about our own phases. When it blooms; when it’s full and in all… Read More »Phases