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…

The ‘what if’s’ of an idiot

Laughter brings pain where sore wounds are salted. The earth is arguably not round or spherical amidst all extinct constellations. Flowers never wither, they never die, they grow from pollen. We weed out the humanity in us and leave free-floated spirits to wander I know all this, I know everything but nothing I know I’m…

Deja Vu #18

I knew I was once a captive But I still am On the verge of my echo Which hands a ripple effect Cosy but never rosy at the edge Clinging to my sense of feeling. Who can tell how many times it concurred? With my past and now? The populace it stole their minds, Engrossed…