I Still Think About You Sometimes, But You Can Go In Peace.Perhaps I’m going to write again.Oct 28, 2023Oct 28, 2023
tout pour toi, mon soleil.there is an earth-shattering intimacy in watching the sun rolls down into a lighter version of charcoal.Oct 28, 2023Oct 28, 2023
Nothing but ClementinesI cheer my way out of the flood like it’s something to be proud of, like brightness takes the residence of my head to mute its brutal…Jan 1, 2023Jan 1, 2023
FEBRUARYFebruary picked cherries above my hair and washed them down the riverside. I heard the door knocking, which was just a threshold of bones…May 15, 2022May 15, 2022
“This Is What You Did And This Is Where It Hurts Me.”It’s a sentence I always swallow not out of pride but out of fear. What if they know which spot to hurt me the most and are still more than…Feb 8, 2022Feb 8, 2022
JANUARYJanuary is weary, I think. January is tired of people breaking last year promises and wearing his sigh like a dress of hopeㅡcheering into…Jan 14, 2022Jan 14, 2022
We Ate God and Called It LoveThere are people that can only be loved in the exile, stripped out of sight through absence of guilt. And there is you, 6000 feets of…Dec 9, 2021Dec 9, 2021
The Floor Is Not Only MetaphorThe hunger is over several cuts ago and there’s only dried blood left, shattered glasses in the sink where our matching tea cups used to…Mar 20, 2021Mar 20, 2021
Catharsis of the RobinhoodIt’s not love because I’m not thinking about dying. What’s a mortal body can do about saltwater under tongue and overflowed waves lapping…Apr 13, 2020Apr 13, 2020
And So I Wrote MoreIt's been months and my memories became blurry, so I kinda forgot the way you tear your almond croissant half and leave the rest upon the…Feb 4, 2020Feb 4, 2020
