Long Night Drives

Don’t you love the long night drives when you have nothing to do but stare out the window and share your thoughts with the stars, lose yourself in the faraway made up worlds, your visions stirred only by the sounds of the engine and soft music in your headphones? The houses on the side of … More Long Night Drives

Scent

At times like these, I open the window and stick my head out just to make sure the cold still sends shivers down my spine if I can still feel the cold, I can’t be completely numb eyes closed, I inhale the air and realise it hurts because, at times like these, I really miss … More Scent

Specific

I always write with a specific you in mind. I picture your eyes on me, watching my frustrated fingers punch those words. After each line I pause and seek your silent approval. Sometimes I wish you were easier to please. Then I could write with such ease… Somehow my mind always circles back to you—you … More Specific

Gone #2

I woke up gone from the present and present in the past you disappeared so fast but a part of me still lingers on the shelf above your bed I woke up gone from my head but still when I left a part of me stayed against my own will I woke up with you gone … More Gone #2

The Silence

Oh so many times I promised I would stop, yet here I am, still waiting for the silence to touch my cold hand. I haven’t written a word for days and it’s killing the creatures inside, once so eager to come out and breathe on their own. They’re weak now and I wish they’d leave … More The Silence

Retreat

You used to bring me to the rooftop to watch the moon. Tonight I feel watched by the moon. Tonight I don’t find the usual silence, the peace of mind I seek. Tonight it’s loud out here and not because of the city down below but because of my thoughts screaming in my head and … More Retreat

Tea Time #3

If we were having tea, I’d tell you how desperate I am to feel like myself again and you’d say that instead of trying to find the old feelings, I should rather embrace the ones I have now. Then I’d ask, “But what are they? How do I name the things I feel?” I don’t … More Tea Time #3

Tea Time #2

If we were having tea, I’d tell you how I haven’t written a word in weeks and you’d call me a liar because, truth is, I have thrown some random thought here and there just for the sake of keeping me alive, but they’re not quality thoughts. See, I put so much pressure on me … More Tea Time #2