Good.


I never know how to explain this place to people when they ask, so I always just awkwardly say "good." I thought maybe I hated it before, which was mostly due to the fact that I was basically living on a toilet dealing with some serious E. coli. But now, since my stomach is no... Continue Reading →

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The Rebirth


It's been two years, either today or yesterday, since life meant very little to me. Two years since I broke and my mother had to take a plane at 6 a.m. to be with me, to keep me safe and protected. Two years since I started rebuilding. I never expected any of that to happen,... Continue Reading →

Champa


If words were fragrant my poems would smell like champa flowers. Heady, deep and sweet, they smell like -- The moment I knew I would grow up My daydreams of adventure The dark room I adopted in my adolescence The isolation I felt as I became someone no one else had known The reason for... Continue Reading →

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