For millennials: 21

  Journaling There is no warmth in waiting for the right time. The patience will sting harder than the truth you believe about holding on. Misery becomes more appealing. “may you be defined by your boldness in running through dry and dark cracks.” I’d get into the bus sometimes, most times with my headphones banging…

Oh sweet mama!

For those who harbour a special kind of love in their hearts, I believe you all can relate to the chills your mum/mummy/mama gives you. For those who have lost theirs to this cruel world, I believe you all too can feel yours even more than I do. Every mum is a blessing, a celebration…

Empty but still as beautiful

This is the way you found me. The profoundness of my honesty that you broke with all the pain you left unstitched. How pure my tears were until they began to drop with grains of my mascara. The forming of the old soul in me. Even as broken as I was with your reciprocation of…