Under my dead body

Chase me and I’ll outrun you, hold me close and I’ll break free, stab me and I’ll come back to life, haunt me and I’ll rest in peace, kiss me and I’ll feel nothing, look into my eyes and I’ll walk away, hold my hand and I’ll be liberated, undermine me and I’ll rise aboveContinue reading “Under my dead body”

Hi, mom.

Hi mom. It’s getting heavy.  I don’t think anyone understands me anymore.  They ask me: “so, who’s your new best friend?” Mom, it’s still her, the one who gifted me life that’s a blur.  It’s still the intricate hearted girl that once cared too deeply, and today, hates equally deep. I’m on a foreign landContinue reading “Hi, mom.”