How does it feel to be the puppeteer with bloody hands, still refusing to wipe them off? How does it feel to be the lost map on someone’s journey? How does it feel to be the question if waking up in the morning isn't a waste of time? How does it feel to be the king of bodies that aren’t yours? H...Read more

Since I was born, birthdays were just a show, with great actors trying to win an award for the best performance. A meeting set on the same day, at the same time, in the place we hate the most. Then we forget it ever existed. The same faces, still I can't name them all. No matter h...Read more

Another night but the same fight with the worm inside my head which ignores my numb body lying on the side. With my hands on my head as my mouth begs for rest. Moving inside me, spreading his sickness through my body. Ignoring his words will only make it worse. The worm digs deeper each night jus...Read more

I walk past and everything dies. What’s left tries to hide. And what cannot be hidden is caught. Caught by me. Every word from my mouth will feel like torture, like your ears are trying to separate from your body. I showed you a list full of names with today’s date. But my finger pointed at yours....Read more

I'm scared my words will wander forever, scared they won't find your shelter. Still, I refuse to give up, sending you message after message, hoping one of them will knock on your door and you will open, giving them a place to stay. But none of this happened. Instead, you left me outside with no way...Read more

Why is my memory blurred when it comes to your face? Why did you hide me in the corner, covered with webs, where spiders were all I had for company? Why did you stop wasting water on me, and where did you lose your bright smile? Why did you abandon me outside when the sun was eaten by the cloud...Read more

In this house, even the walls have eyes, watching every single step, deciding if it's dangerous like I'm the prisoner, like I'm the monster. I can go out still never forgetting who holds the controller, and how fast your fingers can ruin the entire day. I can have friends but never bring...Read more

How are you today? I’m fine. I’m always fine. Because how can I tell you that every morning I fight with a monster that hugs my body like a snake, refusing to loosen its grip, still never forgetting that I have to breathe. My body sits at the table. Hands moving up and down, faster than my mouth e...Read more

My eyes are burning like I have poured acid into them. They want to rest, still the eyelids remain coldly open. Thoughts press against bone, forcing my skull forward, searching for a crack. They slip through in voices I recognize, still they are not mine. The body becomes a hollow shell, just like...Read more

My eyes are done with speaking when no one dares to listen. They can't play this game anymore, can't keep counting the stars without reason. can't work extra hours every day. So they let the sky carry the weight, to finally set them free. Those shiny small drops sent from heaven soaked into my sk...Read more

Every time your hands met mine, my heart skipped a beat, or even beats. And my smile got wider. Suddenly I felt happier, warmer, and softer. I uncovered myself in front of you, and even my demons became familiar to you. You broke my high, thick walls with your warmth and kindness. In your han...Read more

Being perfect that’s the nightmare I’ve been living in. I had to be perfect, good at everything. I sacrificed myself to meet those stupid, unrealistic expectations. There was a time I went crazy. I stopped sleeping, eating, talking because I thought it was all a waste of time. I bit myself whenev...Read more

You said that I can stay, but what if I tell you that’s too far from what I want now? You can stay, but I feel there is no longer a warm chair for me, and no fresh air in the room either. You can stay, but don’t you know I don’t fit there? I know you tried hard to make me belong where you wanted m...Read more

Two tired souls, without the same goals. Two tired souls, with no more interest in each other. It all started as a break for better days, but ended up as something endless. Now we’ve created a gap we cannot close. It’s too late to try again, too late to save it. We barely see each other from the ...Read more

Breaking boundaries means breaking yourself the parts that cling to what’s already fading, the part afraid of what could come next. Waking up with a new spark, a new idea to make life lighter. Showing up, even when every part of you wants to disappear. Stepping onto the bus without knowing the fi...Read more