Category Archives: I’mAwake
There’s an easel at the corner of the room with a prepared canvas ready to be stroked with colours defining that crucial moment of abruptness. A palette held by frail hands wanting to imagine a scenery that could swallow all … Continue reading
Strut about under that fragile radar of yours, just to occupy the hollow that would haunt in the next couple of years, probably always, as I bet about for the puddles you splashed right onto an indignant soul.
My 20 years of living are bound to be concluded as sketch papers. Traces and marks of scratching on obscure words that may or may not bring about a mirage of letters swaying around in this hopeless breeze. Insecurities lighted … Continue reading
Whatever the reason may be, the sounds, smells, and images of the world we encounter in novels evoke a sensation of authenticity we fail to find in life itself. But on the other hand, novels put nothing concrete in front … Continue reading
I like the silence. I like how it doesn’t ring out of sheer expectations. I like the fact that I get to experience the uneasiness of it all by having the audacity for a new transition. But mostly I like … Continue reading
I refuse to write in the name of depression. Yet, it defeats the purpose of my beliefs.
When God shows you someone’s true colours over and over again, stop trying to paint a different picture.