Sometimes, when I sit alone in the dark, I reminisce of you in a strange melancholia that leaves my whiskey glass untouched. Especially when you got sick and fever gripped your soul. You shuddered as heavy sweat trickled your veins, leaving your cloth seeming to have been soaked in water. I lay beside you with… Read more

If I could change back time, just to do it all over again, I would. If it was merely possible that I could go back in time to fall in love with you all over again just to watch us make mistakes and wound each other’s pride, definitely I would. Because there are few good… Read more

I remember all these things, yet I do not miss you one bit. Then I begin to question if you were mine to have Or if I was yours to play with. Like when you smiled, the dimples that jutted from your cheeks were like raindrops falling from the gutter to the ground causing splash… Read more

So my relationship status reads complicated. Not that anybody in the human race cares, but as soon as I introduce myself as such, they label me a pathological liar, someone who is not comfortable being single or in a relationship, or someone merely ashamed by his status quo. True. It’s more of a situationship really.… Read more

I remember wanting to write more than I ever wanted to breathe. And in so doing I became possessed by voices that rested on my shoulders shouting at my ears to tell their tales. At first I thought they were angels sailing me to the wonderland at night, neither were they demons, but in time… Read more