pt. 1 to ∞.

pt. 0.0 to ∞ he wasnt pretty to look at, not at all. sometimes from a side angle, he looked nice. but good lighting was essential for that. he looked dead half the time, especially because of his eyes. if you looked deep into them when they weren’t looking at you, you’d notice how painfully…

THE TO-DOnt LIST

THE TO-DOnt LIST a) dont pretend everything is okay if it’s not. b) dont tell someone with anxiety to chill. c) dont fall in love with the past. don’t fall in love with the person they used to be. d) dont be a bottle. don’t bottle. e) dont turn a simple ‘i love you’ into something…

a small take on love. 

tell you what, the someone you decide to fall for isn’t going to be very different from everyone else, they’ll feel familiar, similar, usual. but they wont be anything you expected. they’d be of a different size, maybe even a different color. maybe they’d be reddish yellow, full of sunsets. or maybe they’d be grey,…

unsent / / power

do not kiss my cheek if you’re drunk. do not ask about my day if you’re drunk. do not tell me about your day if you’re drunk. do not ask me if i’ve had dinner if you’re drunk. do not ask me if i’ve had breakfast if you’re drunk. do not ask me for breakfast…

i am i am i am enough

i am your 11pm calls when you cant sleep. i am the raindrops you play catch with on your car’s window. i am the balloon you tried to save from the scary kids. i am the autumn leaf you kept in your journal. i am the piece of cake you stopped yourself from having. i…

but, what if?

[a small portrait of innocence and development through a series of conversations between a mother and a daughter]

what inspiration feels like.

i wake up to your sunday early morning poetries, the nameless red flowers at your feet. The tapping of pencils and scribbling of erasers, devoid of cliches you try to write. a bent figure, it’s still dark outside, surrounded by sharpened remains of pencils. you seem to think of letters as lost souls, waiting to be…

a list of impromptu suggestions.

a. dont run away from home or friends or problems. they all come back to you, or in some cases, you always have to go back to them. b. having a blueberry mojito when you’re sick is not a very good idea but i’m sure everyone already knows that so this point is pointless. c….

the morning after.

the morning after we first met, i woke up frowning. one would think after meeting the soon to be, ‘the love of your life,’ you’d wake up with a smile. but no, i woke up with a frown because for the first time in weeks, i didn’t wake up in the middle of the night. the…

be the mother you said you’ll be.

don’t be the mother who doesn’t realise what long sleeves in summer and loud music in showers mean. don’t be the mother who doesn’t know what excuses for lunch mean, don’t be the mother who doesn’t know what a constant hand on the stomach means. don’t be the mother who doesn’t understand why sleeping-in sounds…

what we were.

we had subway thrice a week and our room smelled like the ocean. surprise parties excited us and the bursting of balloons scared us. we loved like our physics professor loved light laws and taylor swift puns. we found lost leaves in old journals and phone covers. there were saturns painted on our cupboards and…