Fiction · Poetry

Spring Ave

i knew you were in torpor. for the winter air, just like before, didn’t allow you to soar nor spread your wings; or create new beginnings. but now we’re at an ending— and i could just remember how close you were by the dying ember; singing a tune or two, of a melody just for… Continue reading Spring Ave

Fiction · Poetry

(not really) New Year

Waking up to a new dawn, the calendar has stopped. Scared of change, not looking forward to another start. But there’s nothing to worry about! Just like the calendar regenerating a new set of numbers every year, providing a false hope of ending last year’s miseries and establishing fresh reveries; everything will always be the… Continue reading (not really) New Year

Fiction · Poetry

Cracks

Closed-off, silent, thoughts mysteriously hidden. Opened, interrupted, thoughts suddenly enlightened. Walls cracked, core has been seen, barriers torn down. Scared of a repeat, afraid to commit, it's time to retreat now. -fin- (featured image: skulpt on deviantart)