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Remember Me

Dearly departed,

Here lay the remains of someone who long wished to know what it feels like to hold joy genuinely.

He leaves not any treasures or assets but rather a note, with the simple message, “How will they remember me?”.

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Little Victories

I know I’m good at numbers because every day is a math lesson.

I count the days since my last attempt and wonder how soon before the next.

I look at my wardrobe filled with long sleeve t-shirts and the empty cabinets where the pills used to be.

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Sometimes We Talk

Sometimes I have conversations with myself, inner thoughts I don’t share with no one else.

I ask how does it feel to mean nothing, to have no one love you and make it seem like it’s your fault. How does it feel to be in a room full of laughs and wish for silence because your loneliness feels less metaphorical.

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