I never know what to say, so I pause. Or I mumble incoherently. Or I say nothing. Sometimes I know what to write but not tonight. And yet, here I am. Navigating my thoughts or the lack thereof. Gregory Alan... Continue Reading →
Album art is to music what a lamp is to a darkened room. It shows the way. A good album cover creates a gateway to an immersive audio-visual journey and can be the difference between a listener never going back... Continue Reading →
Seasons that dwindle on, leaving behind fragments of who I used to be. Heartbreaks at home and tea rituals forgone. To understand acceptance. To travel back into your own soul and stare at yourself- to the mess you've made and... Continue Reading →
The tryst between comfort and chaos. The cowardice at choosing the former. Wanting to embrace the symptoms of your own delirium but being so disconnected from the self that you observe your own madness as an outsider. Finding shelter. In... Continue Reading →
The dichotomy of distance. To have but not hold, To want but to be helpless. Bones that ache for they aren't being held. Longings at blue midnight hours that slowly melt into lonely sunrises. They all want me when I... Continue Reading →
I feel like my days of rabid journaling have become a thing of the past. Constant re-invention. They gulp down drinks while I swallow the skies in their entirety. How come everyone's words feel so crass and bitter lately, like... Continue Reading →
A sweet mouth reeking of bitter coffee. Probing questions about life. Am I killing time or is Time killing me? My bones seem to be recovering from wounds I know nothing of, for my slumbers are long drawn and deep... Continue Reading →
Daydreams of the most sensual kind, with breaths that linger and passions that never die. These afternoons have become too sultry for my liking and awaiting rain before the onset of an arid summer is the only optimism that... Continue Reading →
There's philosophy and intellectual discourses. But none of it compares to the treasures hidden in our minds. If we could see the entire universe, the celestial bodies we see now would be reduced to a mere light at one... Continue Reading →
Inked Thoughts and Midnight Monologues 