There it is. The depth of an emotion subdued by the distractions of everyday life. It is not late in the night, and yet I find myself sitting at the precipice of midnight, thinking thoughts one has only closer to twilight. It catches up with you-this loneliness- especially when it is reflected back to you…
as if this isn’t a confession
I wake up to a beautiful sunny day and the first words out of my mouth are ‘I love you’. I walk around in a city that is not mine and I think ‘I love you’. I wash dishes in my sink while the breeze tinkles the windchimes outside and I think ‘I love you’….
A 1 am text to my late lover
April 21st, 2024, 1 am I hope sending a message here is like sending a message into the void and hoping nobody will see it. You’re not here anymore and as much as I think I’ve made my peace with it, small reminders come knocking on my door every once in a while and send…
dissonance, decorum & delight
I am twenty-two years old. No, I am twenty-three now, months and months after the first time I started writing this. And I know now that age is just a number and everything you learn in your life is determined by everything but these two inconsequential numbers. You know those balding men at army parties…
Love is violent; and what about it?
There is a longing inside the crevice of my heart, and I must confess that it is unlike anything I have experienced before. There are fragments of different desires, amalgamating into a grotesque, living, breathing mess, that I cannot bear to look in the eye even on my good days. There is a depth in…
the moth’s winter
For two whole years I have been writing about a change in the horizon, and today I write from beyond it. I like to think of these kinds of entries as a small notification in your inbox, a small reminder that I am here, I am living a tumultuous life, and this too shall pass….
why i haven’t been writing
It has been years since I have attempted to write. There remain a myriad of unfinished projects, an abandoned novel, and a rotting WordPress blog. There is so much change coming in the horizon that this thought of unsaid words has remained a recurring and sometimes irritating thought that visits me every time I think…
pages from my journal
June, 2022 There are many things that occur to me. On a daily basis, between meals, among people, in solitude. But what does not appear with equal clarity, is what I can and must do with it. Do I write it down? If yes, then to what purpose? I am constantly ridden with these feelings…
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