To my favorite author.

Dear John Green, *Spoiler alert for anyone who hasn't read his books.* Your books are paper, but your stories are not. Thank you. Thank you for teaching me so much about love, life, friends, ourselves, our choices, the marks that we leave and about the great perhaps. For the thousand times you put into simple … Continue reading To my favorite author.

Family.

So every once in a while, I write something about my life in order to tell you what makes me an infinity, and to hear about what makes you an infinity. Tell me about your family! "Ohana means family. Family means no one gets left behind or forgotten." - Lilo and Stich When god made … Continue reading Family.

Bare waists and midriffs.

I don't know why every time his fingers trail my bare waist, I feel much more than just the shiver of intimacy run up my spine. I try to wander through the corridors of my mind to find out why he feels much more than just someone I make out with. I cannot help but … Continue reading Bare waists and midriffs.

Mirages and ink bottles.

Mirages and ink bottles. I am a pen. This might sound like a metaphorical exaggeration, or an ornamented fact, but it is what I am. Every time I hear the same song that you loved on the radio, it's like a cut on the side of my arm, and the ink just flows out. Every … Continue reading Mirages and ink bottles.

This damn world.

This world, It is filled with Desperate tongues and restless emotions, Pretty dandelions and harsh sunlight. It is made of Prying eyes and numbing sentiments, Love roses and dirty soil. It dances to the beats of Missiles and declarations of war, Screams of innocents and catchy tunes. It gets excited when A trend takes over, … Continue reading This damn world.