fairylights;

maybe you chose her because for a moment, she felt like everything you needed and she taught you how to breathe out of the dust-covered lungs. she was pretty and you liked having something pretty. she smelled like the flowers you bought for your mother’s funeral. she was like roses, she was everything you’ve seen before…

wonders of 3rd sept.

do you ever wonder how the cursor blinks, how it disappears and comes back again? even with no words, this page will never be blank. the cursor will always blink. even with all the dead parts, you will never be empty. you’ll always be fixed again and again. do you ever wonder how the dead…

what you are.

you constantly feel everything; the morning walks of housewives, the cold condensed vapour on the iced tea bottles, yellow lights of the moving cars, the big glob of the cloud that floated in the afternoon, the word of every suicidal book. you have a small curved waist, you stand out and you have a petite body. the…

things i wish i could unhear

– a mother’s cry, the way her voice quivers and how she takes your hand and squeezes it just as you start to wrap your tiny arms around her motherly frame, trying to save her. but there wasnt much you could do at the age of 7 so you just noticed how her shoulders shook…