Saturday, August 12, 2017

Flame

You are
A flicker of a flame
In the dark of a night
When day refused to come

A flame
That might die
Yet a small hope of time
Enough to save me from some

Saturday, May 27, 2017

Breathless

Sometimes I feel like shouting at the world. I want to tell them my story. I want to tell them to stop. But I don't want to be pitied. I don't want to have to ask them to listen.

So I segregate myself from the world. Because then at least I can breathe a little.

Saturday, February 18, 2017

Side Effects of Being a Law Student

1. Friends asking you for legal advice.
2. Not knowing the answers to your friends' questions so you tell them you're not qualified to give advice.
3. Friends insisting you answer in a friend-to-friend context so you answer something made-up with a million caveats.
4. Realising you don't know bat shit even though it's your third year in law school.
5. Asking yourself how the heck you got into law school in the first place.
6. Becoming an artist.

Friday, July 15, 2016

Black hole

Some people plan their weddings way before they're even eligible to tie the knot. I'm not one of them.

Instead, I've got my funeral planned out - a thick glassy coffin, a huge party and a final send-off by rocket into the closest black hole to be sucked in by gravity and crushed to smithereens....or maybe scare the living daylights out of some good folks in an alternate dimension, if any.

I like both.

Wednesday, April 27, 2016

Refrigerators

I have this theory that refrigerators cause amnesia. 

Almost every time I open the fridge door, I forget what I'm looking for until I close it back. There's something about the cool air circulating within that feeds on your memories. 

Maybe I'm doing so horribly in school because I study near the fridge. 

What an obscure evil.

Thursday, April 21, 2016

Flowers

I really like flowers but giving someone flowers is like saying, "Look how pretty these are. Now watch them die."

Dying flowers make me sad.

Friday, April 15, 2016

Forgiveness

People make mistakes, but people are more important than the mistakes they make.

After awhile, you forget the wrongs. All you remember is the essence of the person, the worth of which far exceeds all wrongs.

Is this perhaps forgiveness? Understanding that the person is worth more than the pain.