It's silly that I want someone– to be wrapped around their arms, my face tucked under their chin,– Yet the thought of being committed drains me so. *And yet, I yearned to be rich, in love, in loyalty, and in life.* It's silly that I thought my feet won't touch the ground, the warmth and moist soil...Read more

Do you love like the world would end? Do you love like you'd die any time of the day? "How do you love?" Do you love by cooking your friends their favorite food? Do you love by buying them their favorite drink? Do you love by remembering things they would say in passing? Do you love by hugging...Read more

A phrase taken from a song, An end after every I love you. Somehow, he always found the best songs. He'd send me a link, say, "Listen to it." Then asked me, "Was it good?" It was. Every song, I incorporated it in my life. Despite it all. We ended it. Not by choice. It just became silent. It had t...Read more

No one ever tells you– the guilt of being loved by someone, where feelings aren't reciprocated. He adores me, he says, wants to give it a chance. I warned him, I did. Told him I didn't have the feelings– similarly to the ones he harbours for me. He said he'll take the chance. It's been two month...Read more

There are words that I'd like to say, Yet I can't think of the way. To comprehend why things happen, When things go miserably wrong– When I was in a time of fun. There are words that I'd like to say; Like how his eyes looked so bright, It's hard to look away. I'd love to keep him– be by his side. Y...Read more

An artist. The word feels almost worn. But it’s the one we reach for. Why an artist? Because to be an artist is to see something new. A feeling inside that others might miss, it’s true. A muse, a light that begins to gleam. Their being stirs something within a dream. You have to try to hold it, it...Read more