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…

modern incomplete fairytales, #5

(read other parts of this whole series first; modern incomplete fairytales, 1-5) pt5, the airport.  it’s been a month and she’s leaving again even though she promised not to. she’s at the airport and he’s at the library she worked at. she’s trying not to miss the flight and he’s trying to get a cab. the fate’s…

modern incomplete fairytales, #4

(read other parts of this whole series; modern incomplete fairytales, 1-5) pt4, the bus station.  they met again at the old bus station with no railings and where a bus rarely came. it wasn’t raining but umbrellas were involved. he never believed in umbrellas, and she never believed in getting wet. she had a peach umbrella with blue stripes and he…

modern incomplete fairytales, #2

(read other parts of this whole series; modern incomplete fairytales, 1-5) pt2, the libray.  you’ll walk into the library I work in. you’d roam around, looking for a book for your niece. from your unmade hair and wrinkled shirt, I’ll say you just rolled out of bed and didn’t bother to change; though you’ll never admit…

an excerpt from a story I promise to finish before leaving

if i leave tonight, it wont matter, this is how it will go, probably: my mother will call you late at night, scared that i wasnt in my room. she’ll be pissed, thinking I’m at your house because I’ve been bugging her about it and we’ve been hanging out a lot. you’ll say that you…

excerpt from a story I might write, #1

on the way to infinite, you taught me how to love myself. you made me believe my body an artist’s empty canvas and you had all your colors and brushes set. I learnt to love myself like I had vines growing from my hair and dandelions flowing in my veins. But then dandelions are weeds…

the left & the leftee

left, here: the ones who have left. leftee, here: the who who have been left. (poetic licence? no?) this is for the ones who have been left: no, there’s nothing wrong with you. and no you do not deserve it. and no, its not your fault. there will be people out there who will accept…

dysfunctional families, #1.

and I’m analyzing the people i’m living with; it was a complete dysfunctional yet a classic family. their oldest son sits in the morning with tea with three sugars in one hand and phone in the other. he tries to think that what must have happened, that where did they go wrong. and what he could do to make it…

learning to cope with heartache

pt1. the heartbroken – get high on steroids, not really but ok. learn to accept it, don’t drown yourself in hope or whiskey. it wont help. fix your friendships, talk to the people you stopped talking to. spend quality with the best friend you didnt before. don’t let the rumours get to you, and don’t start rumours to…