I Was Born in The Wrong Country

Even that can be fixed

Sometimes I think of you

How do we love the ones who are messy and gone?

Hello, Me. Let’s Take Care of You.

A much-needed break from ACG

aftersome

A Poem

I am living in the aftersome
these bizarre accidents
stacked on top of one another
forming a house of…

“It’s a Mild Case” and Now I Must Move Forward

Living with keratoconus and so long to A Cornered Gurl

Maybe we’re just sleeping

But I’ve forgotten how to dream.

Writers: A Challenge

Microfiction Addiction: Underwater Experiments

Breaking Bread and Wine

poetry and Isolated thoughts

Mind of Temporality

The future.
It is a continuous wave, 
and yet unpredictable in terms
of its movement.

Are You Okay?

Shake your head for yes.