In the age of duality, I often find myself asking the same question: “Are these people being genuine?”
It’s sometimes hard to accept that two very different voices can come from such a sweet, sweet, s…
When my sanity is all over the place, I call no one for backup. I keep it in my own closet, hidden from plain sight. “What a funny little thing chaos is,” I mutter under my breath. It swirls into a t…
Read moreWhen I was a kid, having a crush was the biggest thing I had ever experienced in life. It was like a top-secret situation, with a top-secret file I held onto cautiously. I might’ve stolen some discre…
Read moreIn the cold weather of a freshly arrived season, I find warmth in the embrace of a home. People call us hot tea, candy cane, and lovers—I call us forever pals, with souls intertwined.
If the cold air …
It’s been raining a lot lately, yet you’ve soaked in sunshine, unbothered by the falling drops. It’s almost like you’re running on a honeyed road, laughing when you fall down, whooping when the sweet…
Read moreSomeone told me to be the bigger person, but if life is an arena, then this is a show. I read the script and poured my heart into the performance, wildly replaying it in my head. I crave genuine conn…
Read moreYou once picked up a rose from a full, blooming garden. It had a château of thorns—sharp and witty—unlike the daisies. When you placed it inside a beautiful golden dome of your own, the rose became s…
Read moreIf I may play a little with words, I’ll call myself an underground writer working undercover. You’ll see me head to a white-collar job every day, walking confidently into a role that pays good money—…
Read moreIn the silent, silent, night—who is to blame, after all?
It’s currently dark outside. Night seems to deepen its shadow over this town like it’s an asylum in need of fortification. While I’m restless, …
There was something extremely beautiful about how the air looked after it rained last Saturday. My senses had picked up on the unusual marigold-like color in the sky since sitting on the train to Jak…
Read moreI hate going to the dentist. I really do.
As someone with OCD, going to the dentist often evokes so many unsolicited images. It usually begins with a simple, curious question: “In whose mouth were the…
I hope you understand when I admit that there's something oddly specific about the way December’s air pricks my skin. It radiates almost a biting cold—that massive, festive energy in harmony with…
Read moreThe soft glow from my laptop screen brings me back to more than a decade ago when my sister and I used to take turns using our dad’s old computer. I’m a corporate gal now, excelling in Excel and putt…
Read moreIt was midnight. My mind urged me to change the subject, and I was looking for something to do. A few posts ago, I was enthusiastic—scared, but enthusiastic. Now, I was left wondering where my muse h…
Read moreI heard the news about some people I knew before deciding whether I was all ears. The information flashed like a comet, growing faster as it approached the sun. I hadn’t seen them in so long that the…
Read moreI’ve been imagining myself adrift in the ocean lately. It isn’t exactly dark, but the sky is grey, adorned with playful thunder. The rain seems to beckon me to come undone, while the wind tousles my …
Read moreIt was a moody Sunday at its best. I walked with my sunglasses in the rain, while a stranger—referred to as 'Stranger' for the purpose of this story—held a tiny umbrella as shelter beside me.…
Read moreI had an interesting conversation with two of my new friends the other day. What started as a casual chat about their experiences on dating apps evolved into a deeper discussion about their respectiv…
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