I’m having one of those days where I just feel plainly obsolete. I’m at work and I feel depressed. I wish I were at home, but then I think to myself “I don’t think I want to be there either”. I’m moody and restless. I suppose I’m having ‘one of those days’, but I’m struggling… Read More Read me
Dark abyss, why do you call me so silently? My ears fill with water but it is not painful. My body succumbs to your dark cloud effortlessly, but slowly. How do you hold me so close yet set me so freely? I am the warmest being around, yet you chill me to the bone.… Read More Infinite ocean
The walk to the train always feels rushed when I’m on my way back to the island. I walk two steps ahead in anticipation of seeing my family. I moved to the city a year ago, and I’ve faced more demons of my own in that time that I never knew existed. Being away… Read More Home
I want to be happy, but I’m indifferent. I want to be loved, but I exhaust the love I have with little in return. I want to be the best version of myself, but I settle for the in between. I want to follow my dreams, but reality seems to cloud my vision. I want… Read More Lovely denial
I lie and lie. Ill-lighted tides wash my palms clean. I follow shadows, though the rayless sun prays and preys hard for light. What’s the point in waiting? I’ve been waited on, I’ve waited, and waded. Obscure air and opaque bodies. I see through everything that can hold a breath. Nothing can see me. I… Read More Interpret me
Your salt washed skeleton lies beneath the surface of the ocean, gently floating, a silent reminder of who you once were. You travel among many seas, though your soul stays intact with the universe. I see you every day in the eyes of strangers, the voice of a man passing, your scent lingering near. But… Read More skeletal memory
I suffocate on the notion of being closed in by all four walls. Lungs empty, I suck in dry air. Pressure pounds through the left side of my chest like an exposed artery, my head echoes in unison. There is no way out of how I inevitably proceed with my thoughts; I am reminded… Read More Panic
I can’t go a few hours without wanting to go back to sleep. Ever heard of sleep paralysis? Well, constantly I feel like I am in an awake version of a similar state. My mind zones out, eyes fix on one object, and I fail to proceed with any coherent measure, tongue tied and not… Read More Doing time
I wasn’t cut out to be a people person. The worst place I could possibly situate myself in is a busy city; which is exactly where I live. Vancouver doesn’t feel like home to me. I feel comfort in certain places here, but usually just outside of all the people and all of the noise.… Read More A light in the city
I think about death a lot. It comes in waves; or more so an unpredicted storm. Dark clouds foreshadow the ultimate thunder of negativity that unbinds my emotions. Whether it’s realistically or some sort of fantasy, death is always in the back of my mind. The thing is, the people who really know me deep… Read More Life and Death
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