I'm homesick as hell. My countdown to my first trip home in over a year - 16 days away - is now a question mark, hung in the stretching string of uncertainties sitting over all our heads right now. It's a 0, a "postponed until no one knows when". As a human, and therefore selfish, [...]
Category: Words
Hemispherical
At times, you leave me speechless, like when I gaze upon the tiny dots the colorful Christmas lights make against the rich velvety navy sky. They seem to sing, a slow ballad of winter that begs hey, look at me. I am pretty in a way even the bright colors of Autumn can't outshine.
The moment before the drop
The anticipation had built for hours: I am on my way to get dropped off of an airplane. It is said (if not by someone else, then I'll just make this up right now) that we discover the most intimate depths of ourselves in the moments we get closer to our uncharted territory; to our [...]
About reality TV, running up mountains + arranged friendship
Do you ever sit and wonder about all the paths you had to go down through in order to reach a certain point, and, if so, do you ever feel the grip of the inevitability that tells you it was bound to happen?
Immigrant
There's a steep, roundabout turn right before getting on to the international airport freeway at home
To all the boys who have made me feel stupid before
While my heart isn't the playground where you used to tease and be mean to the girl you liked, let me borrow it as a metaphor. My heart is the chains connecting the swings to the wooden posts; it is the wooden posts themselves, proudly standing like flagpoles and as firm as life itself, taking [...]
Ache
To feel things so deeply I wonder if everyone else is blind when they don't see all the magic
Minutiae
The first step from the beach into the ocean always gives me goosebumps. There's always a deep tug in my heart, a longing so primal it could be a childhood memory or a feeling on its own, the need to be by the water. To think of it, imagine the sound of the waves, remember [...]
Canary in a coal mine
I screamed "danger, danger", though no one could hear me No one would hear me Because the truths we don't want to hear are just foreign words.
Space Chronicles, IV
Never again an intangible whisper in the dusk, or on the breeze of night
