A Year After

This time last year, it was raining while the dancing lights kept ablaze. And with cold fingers, I let the breeze seeped in. Since then, winter lives on in me. The snow burns, but it keeps me going; The heart bleeds, but it keeps on beating.  The emerald against the blue tapestry. I will remember. … More A Year After

Book Review | The Longest Night

You can’t always be somebody’s ‘forever’.
Sometimes you’re just their ‘summer’ or their ‘little while’ …
Sometimes not even that.
Sometimes the closest you’ll get is their ‘almost’ or their ‘maybe’.
And when they leave, the best you can hope for is to be their ‘what if’ or ‘remember when’ …
Because you can’t always be somebody’s ‘forever’ …
even if they were yours.

—The Saddest Truth of All … More Book Review | The Longest Night

Maybe This Is What It Means To Bleed Words

Why can’t I write happy poems? I’ve realized that we want to get rid of sadness, so we write it down. It will be immortalized in words, sure, but it’s a release nonetheless. On the other hand, we want to conceal happiness—inside us. Until we are filled with it. Maybe that’s why Lang Leav said that “all sad people write”.  … More Maybe This Is What It Means To Bleed Words