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…

“Sour chills”

I don’t remember the first time I fell in love. The solace it took to bring me to this troubled place. I don’t recall heartbeats I’ve felt from time to time belonging to strangers and men I once kissed. I don’t remember how to unlearn this silent attitude, the one that brews spite from those…