Melody Chenall the samehow do i define my purpose when i can’t call it my own? my roots have turned inside out but i’m more than connected. the orchids shriek at…Jan 18, 2020Jan 18, 2020
Melody ChenSurrealismStrolling down the streets of San Francisco, no one seemed to perceive the archaic buildings and strange modification of color. The crimson…Feb 26, 2017Feb 26, 2017
Melody ChenPerplexityI swung my head around. People of all heights jostled around and yelled to their friends. Me? I was stuck in a timeless vacuum where the…Feb 23, 2017Feb 23, 2017
Melody ChenPassionI sauntered to my seat and threw my writing journal against the battered desk. The cover of the journal was stamped by a myriad of princess…Feb 23, 2017Feb 23, 2017
Melody ChenGPSWe used to have a brain that steers our feet to the right direction. Our intricate mind used to navigate through mirrored paths of trees…Feb 21, 2017Feb 21, 2017
Melody ChenInfinityI thought the world was a straight line, like a piece of yarn. It could go hundreds of miles to the end of Earth. Or perhaps, there’s no…Feb 21, 2017Feb 21, 2017
Melody ChenCityA bus veered toward the sidewalk and nearly missed the sign pole. It’s 11:30 at night and I knew that I didn’t belong here. I increased my…Sep 18, 2016Sep 18, 2016