My heart was engraved with a permanent mark. The imprints of our memories carefully etched on every vein. Wishing every artery of my heart will carry them away. My heart was engraved with a permanent mark. The imprints of our memories carefully etched on every vein. Wishing every artery of my heart will carry them away. ...
She is flawed but you see nothing but perfection in the way that she sings out of tune, just how her teeth was slightly overlapping, how her hair doesn't always fall into place, how she can't make up her mind up to the last minute, and how her face was composed of blemishes and freckles She is flawed terribly flawed but you loved...
The crowd was too loud. You held my hand, “let’s get out of here” you said. I ran and took your hand. The moment was so fleeting that I didn’t notice you were tugging back. “Why?” I asked. You said I’m going too fast, so I stopped and decided to walk, with your hand still on my hand. You stopped “Why?” I asked again. You said I’m too slow. I...
I don't know which or what part of the universe is responsible or how science can even explain how the light travels when happiness made its way from your eyes across my heart Like, lights were bursting in colors I cannot explain, how iridescent stars were carefully scattered in the depth of the night sky, and how inevitable shooting stars were yet they...
I hope one day you will find real happiness. I hope you can find comfort in being alone at times–not that I want you to be an introvert or something. I hope you start appreciating the sun, the moon, the stars, and the entire depth of the sky. I hope one day you will have time to be able to take that wrong...
Putting my words into post cards. I dare myself to seek adventures after this whole school thing, maybe find a job to fund my adventure plans. If you want these post cards to be delivered at your doorstep, you can visit my shop! :) ...
You spoke of it as if it was the easiest word ever known As if it was nothing You spoke of it not knowing what lies after that. I know it was out of hand Late night messages started to turn into late night fights and irreconcilable actions The silence that we used to love turned into unbearable white noises Empty spaces that...
This is just a town, a getaway, a perfect place for someone who wants to get completely lost and find bits of themselves they never thought they were missing and I'm just a local, a stranger they might ask for directions, a plan b when they don't want to be lost anymore. - realizing how subtle my existence is ...