Blog Series: Bubbles of Gratitude #1

These are the things that I am grateful for—bubbles of different sizes I am encapsulating in a snow globe. There, I can’t pop it, and I’ll make sure I don’t break it either.

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MONO: Soul Monologue

You know how you are so used to having episodes and you’re tired of it, but you know it will pass, anyway? So, you cry; you weep; you catch your breath. You sleep in a tear-stained pillow without knowing why and the next thing you know, it has passed. It is morning again.

Gentle Souls

If we will just be a bit more gentle to ourselves and others, do you think we will all loosen up a bit? Do you think it will release all the pent up and heavy energy?

Please be gentle.

Life Updates: I ghostwrite a poetry manuscript + new contents

We have 2 months left until the year ends IT'S INSANE. How can time feel so slow but going too fast at the same time???? IT DOESN'T MAKE SENSE. Anyway, it's starting to get cold. I hope you are warm and living life. You matter 

Poetry | Taken Away

words that kept them going and stitched them whole were the same words that triggered; the same words that rattled

1:11 in the Morning

She moved slowly. There was no reason to rush, anyway. Weekdays were for chasing deadlines and running after time; weekends were for taking her time.

RM | Forever Rain

I love how in the music video, the rain shatters that stillness of blackness because even the ones who seem so composed and do not feel have their own emotions. 

Because I Need Distraction at 2AM Vol. 6

I think it's amazing how the sky does not hide how it feels.