Doing this in pieces was not how I planned it, but life is not a straight road in the desert; it is a busy street under construction in New York City! And I’m trying my best. What I’m trying to say is, my writing projects keep getting interrupted because sometimes I have to work on…
What if I put it in colors, I said, staring at the hundreds of unused color pencils resting on my table. Actually, what if I put it in writing? But how can I put it; there’s no way to put it. I can’t make sense of, you know, that feeling that you just keep feeding,…
How inexplicable is it to be in love with what never gave you a reason to fall? To want and need his attention more than every once in a while and to be jealous of whoever steals that attention from you. I write about it to try to understand this phenomenon — this grueling, unnecessarily…
If this is all a “sin,” then I prefer the sinful road.