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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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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Someone Who Loves Me

My experience of romance can easily be called self-torment.

I knew I deserved better but still I stayed, never wondering what would happen the day better finally came along.

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