The sun, when it’s not shining too brightly that it sticks our clothes to our skin—this almost always means that I have a good day ahead, no matter what happens. The good days—what is so “good” about them? Was it that really beautiful, like how we remember them now?
I taste the warm salt through my teeth. I missed this, really–pain–crying, grimacing silently and clenching my fists till my palms blossom into white and then my blood drains. Pain. Tasteful pain–plunging deeper into pain until my tongue dries, and tear ducts on the inside corner of my eyes sting. I’m seeing the simultaneous … Continue reading The Beauty of Suffering
Like a ten-year-old poster on the wall, she tears her old life apart from a surface. She wants to feel new. She wants to restart; she yearns for resurrection. Yes, she fantasizes that every single day–to die and to be reborn into a new life where she would still have the knowledge and wisdom to … Continue reading Restart Button