Whenever I think I’ve moved on, I realize that I am the ghost haunting my own body. I keep finding his name inked, hidden in the corners of my skin, tucked behind my ear, under my tongue, in the crook of my knee. If I hold someone too close, his name rubs off. In photographs, […]
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In a general sense, everyone loves mail, don’t they? Maybe we don’t care for the sight of student loan due dates piling up on our computer desk or the sight of yet another credit card approval when we haven’t even applied for one in the first place. Still, nothing compares to the feeling of opening a […]
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Kill the part of you that believes it can’t survive without someone else. Start with the hands. The feeble way they shake holding your morning coffee, the way they did his dishes, his laundry, so willingly. How they itch from the want of undressing his memory. All lonely. All empty – you. Cut them off. […]
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november has gone: thirty days passed by and i’m still striving. my hands no longer shake from the tragedy inside my lungs but it is not any easier to breathe without aching all over. the pain does not only reside in my chest. but yesterday, the stars lit up the sky, and my mother smiled […]
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Dear Self, I haven’t been writing for myself–excuse me, for you–ever since I met the people around my life: family, friends, loved ones, and that special someone. The idea of giving time to myself seemed useless; people needed me even more than I need myself. But time came, and I suddenly see myself slowly falling […]
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