When the ocean walks away and the waves go silent — when the air remains still and the sun fades in the darkness, I’m pulled away from the shore. The water is growing on me and the wind comes to push away my steps towards earth’s core. I see a wistful smile whirling around me; … More The fall
Here’s to the glory of dying and the pain of remembrance Death passes by to bring me back to life, to suffer all over again I’ve lived long and insufferable lives and faced every consequence I wandered the world, walked a thousand miles, explored the oceans and swam the deserts Everyone leaves as time passes … More Undying
Sitting amidst the chaos, estranged from reality, holding onto fragments of hope and snippets of memories that belong in the past. I was hoping that things might turn out better than expected, but as the night passed by, it brought in clarity; hurtful realizations I needed to release myself from a moment of stagnation. A … More Then came clarity
When the weather was most turbulent, I began to sink into my own thoughts. Perhaps, it was speaking to me, angered by my lack of self-care. After all, I’ve been distracting myself by stacking up my schedule with activities beyond my human capacity. I’ve always been uncomfortable with solitude and slow movement, but yesterday I … More Slowing down
Following years of escaping in cities, Jana Richman revisits her hometown, Utah, in a journey that unravels her emotions and childhood wounds. In her 2018 book “Finding Stillness in a Noisy World,” she guides her readers through a transformative and eye-opening journey in which she explores transverse feelings including fear, love, and loss in a … More “Finding Stillness in a Noisy World:” Book Review
Food has always consumed me. When I’m eating, I’m thinking about not eating. When I’m not eating, I’m thinking about eating. Now that my body has to deal with it, my life is growing a little more difficult. Recent health implications scared me into trying to gain weight, and over the past three weeks it … More The horrors of recovery
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I’m hiding from the sun behind curtains that barely hold back the light as both of my worlds continue to collapse before me, but with everything going on all I can think about is “I don’t know how I feel about this anymore.” The best thing I’ve learned is that everything we do is a … More Choices
I spend most of my life waiting. Mainly, for myself to get things right. The silence of waiting bypassed any feeling of comfort life can offer. I sit with not much going on. People walk. Their shadows hover over me. Their voices disturb the storm that’s brewing inside. I can’t grasp reality. My curiosity is … More Waiting on me
I do not recall the last time I was with someone, yet I do not remember the last time I was alone. All I know is that I can tolerate loneliness as long as people surround me. For some time, I thought it stemmed from the fear of actually being alone but I’ve come to … More Okay with being alone?
I’m nominated for the Sunshine Blogger Award by Narutomath96 and Thoughts of a Stranger. Narutomath96 has been on WordPress since 2014, publishing daily posts, as well as translate two Japanese light novels into Vietnamese (Yahari Light, and Qualidea of Scum and a Gold Coin). I personally recommend reading The Truthseeker category. Thoughts of a Stranger posts rather more … More I’m Nominated! The Sunshine Blogger Award!
Literary Journalism Exercise Sarah is only 23. She spent the last few years doing the things she loves, confined in her cocoon, away from people. Today, she opens her eyes to a different perspective. Embedded in her routine, she drags herself out of bed to grab some breakfast before the semester starts. On her way … More The Introvert
Under the rain, I am restrained, with nowhere to face except for all the things coming my way. Water once cold and warm, formed marshes in my deserted home. In a funny world, I was evergreen, until the rain moated my soul. And I, as Tiresias, have foresuffered all, under water touched by a trojan whore. Inextricably … More Subdued
This exercise was done for a sociology paper. I’ve always gone home past my curfew but I’ve never left the house after it. For this assignment, I decided to do just that. I planned on taking my sister on a short cruise after midnight because god forbid I face the consequences of my actions … More Breaking The Norm: Curfew
Situated between reminiscences and the pinching pain of this cold air, my heart lays still in the serenity of the night. I should’ve foreseen that I wouldn’t survive this ordeal. You ask me where do I go when I’m gone with you before you bring the glass closer to my lips. Help me swallow down this … More I don’t remember anymore.
I don’t know why I’m in a rush to be someone else. I’m too afraid to be myself or let myself be me, and I’m almost envious of who I used to be. I’m caught up in a hurricane. All I do is lay down as time passes by and the stress builds up. I wish … More Deterioration
I wrote this for my writing class in Freshman year. I was born in the summer of ‘96 in the capital of the United Arab Emirates, Abu Dhabi. Being a quirky, cheeky, and deceptive child, I was adored by adults, who brushed off my friends’ complains about my devilish ways. I had many visions for … More My Introduction
I’ve been holding myself back since September 30. I tell myself writing is my only savior. Without it, the air is polluted and my lungs are restricted to my thoughts. I can’t breathe without coughing up blood. Yet, I find myself running away from it at times. I don’t know why I’d let a day … More Running Away From Words
A bodiless faith, woven into whispers. It appears before sun-spoken odes from down below, making home to the ill and old. His soundless words are laid in sin, in the space within, the gaps between eight holy ends. In peace, there’s no air to breathe in. In a turbulence of still, his bodiless … More Bodiless Faith
There’s a comfort in confinement that I can’t find here. The clock is ticking and my heart is beating slow. I can’t fathom the pain of its slow beats. I’m failing to focus as my mind blurs out the voices. I’m always trying to catch up with sounds I can’t make sense of. I’m always … More Confined in Crowds
With broken hearts, our lips meet. In mended hearts, they stray away. If this is how it is then I’ll succeed to take what I need while you’re here to stay. In a room of gold, your silhouette, stood out in words I can’t convey. It’s a game of roulette and I lost the … More Broken Remedy
Zovi, a cute little mermaid, nominated me for the VBA. I’m happy that you’ve been enjoying my stories so far and I hope I don’t disappoint you! Yazzeus eased my way to self-expression so I’m happy to share these 7 little things about me. “Blogger” became part of my identity on July 28th so … More I’m Nominated! The Versatile Blogger Award!
Meet me there, in the smell of sweet decay, between the light of what is and what could’ve been. Meet me. I’ll hold you until you fall into holding me but no one will suffer more than I will. No one can take in what I’ve made. Golden ink served on a silver plate; the … More Tongue Tied
My relationship with agomelatine: an unhappy marriage with its occasional highs. For this reason, I want to shed light on what it’s like to be on and off my pills. Irrationality and Impulsiveness – Being less anxious, it’s easy to walk into a crowd of people, raise my voice in a group meeting or even … More Agomelatine: A Love-Hate Relationship