it's been a complex and wired week. only complex is the sudden clutch of emotions that i have not been used to dealing with in ages.

the baby sister is in the hospital again for a case of pneumonia. but she's getting better and will be out in a few days. [fingers-crossed]

the love brought me get distress, but i'm constantly in awe every time i ( Read more... )

cause everything is telling me, "no".
so i will dig deeper.

and soon, you will not find me.

so i finally did the unthinkable. i sent out my resume. har!
in celebration, i will now post an essay i wrote for a certain loganimal 2 years ago as part of his Debate Class assignment. only cause it seems relevant now. even if only for myself.
( why're you running away? )

it was the midnight bordering december 17th and the 18th.

i still don't have the words for it.
but i can tell you, i hate the space.

and the stars don't shine here at home.

the next two weeks are going to be hell.
and it's only been one.

fuck. fuck. fuck.

mr. bottle ( Read more... )

for the first time i tell myself, this is how it feels like. and every day i am in awe.
this is something new. this is definitely something new.

there aren't questions to the answer.

the universe doesn't have questions. it only has answers to your eternal euphoria or hysteria.

human beings are little machines made of the stardust of galaxies capable of providing form to function. we are capable of understanding infinite possibility but we exist on the logic mechanics of our bodies and our ( Read more... )

my nose hurts. i'm not hungry anymore, but i want taste in my mouth.
something dripping and succulent.
bursting molten gold and sugary sweet rainbows.

i want a taste of something.
be it anything.

and the sullen girl wants the oceans to remove her. make her flow.
the lines between her heart and her limbs were taken over
and stifled. but the special k let ( Read more... )

when the universe is displaced, you grab onto the things that feel like home.
be it a shoulder, a warm hand, the irrationality of dreams, the placement of things for where they should be placed.

you grip onto these things for dear life when the world is an ocean and your mind is just dust caught in a bubble.

strange how you pull yourself out of the ( Read more... )

i can't take it ( Read more... )