Snapshots of Existence

Supernova

Sometimes I feel something extraordinary swell up inside of me. It’s as if I have grasped the heart of humanity. Something happens between my head and my heart, and I feel overwhelmed. But I have no words to express it, no way to capture the explosion in my chest. There is too much in this world. Too much…

Crossfire

I no longer want to scream or tear at my chest.
But my love for you remains in a crossfire between my head and my heart.

It lingers in my memories; it dwells in the depths of our years.
Pale yellow sunlight streams through the windows of my soul
at the…

You Were My Person

I’m in a cab and it’s 3 A.M. and I’m looking out of the window. My friends are dancing in their seats, but I’ve never been much of a dancer. Usually, I’d try to bop along, but tonight, I can’t even muster up the energy to fake it. Do they know that I only really dance when I’m drunk? Does…

Purposelessness

It’s the emptiness, the purposelessness, the feeling that no where you go or what you do or who you’re with, nothing will matter. You will exist and life will pass you by, and you cannot even begin to care except there is a vague feeling of unrest and the realization that you are empty, you are…

Writing is a Thankless Task

But This is Why I do it

How Many, How Much More?

When will my writing heal me?

I wonder if my writing is limited to my experiences and if all I am capable of is capturing darkness. How many more stories and poems can I extract from my fading memories? How many words are left before I…

I am Capable of Joy

Sometimes, I feel depressed. Okay, let’s be real. I’m often depressed. I get so depressed that I forget what happiness feels…

I Succumb to the Roaring Monster

a snippet on depression

I am barely staying afloat. I am treading the waters, violently thrashing and fighting the waves, which show no mercy. Every time I try to get back up, the malevolent ocean — its vastness, its greatness —…

My Life is a Series of Fragments

an excerpt

I am twenty-two-years-old with the world at my fingertips. I am reaching out to the universe, hands open, palms facing the skies. I am not sure if my hands will turn into fists like my father’s or if they will be burned and…