She allowed herself to give someone her love but not her thoughts. There are some things she needs to keep for herself for they are too simple, too hers to ever be spoken aloud. There is a road that she never travelled upon and it haunted her mind still and yet if she told someone about it, the magic would be gone. If someone analysed the meaning of it, adviced her on her actions or even just acknowledged it, then it just wouldn’t be her thought anymore. Because it would be out in the world and she wasn’t ready for it. Continue reading
There was a girl who once started trying to climb a mountain for no reason other than the heck of it. She had slept in the shade of the tree and eaten its fruit for so long, she didn’t feel like leaving it. The grass patch was home to her.But every day she would see climbers climb up that hill and yell from the top. She heard the cheerful echoes. Continue reading
There was once a fucked-up palace upon a messed-up island and there lived a crazy girl and a weirdo dragon. Well, they fought daily because of the anxiety created in the place because of circumstances. (By the way, circumstances were these little pixies in the air who spread anxiety all over the place). Well, one day the girl fell off the island and she didn’t know how to swim. Continue reading
Everything is simple until we make it complicated and then we yell and cry because things aren’t going right when it is all in our heads. And I’m not saying that makes it less real just surreal moments in life should be enjoyed and not thought about or overthought about wondering if they will ever come again. That kind of thinking could make one go insane. I think perhaps I already am. Continue reading
The master of the house doesn’t like to see anyone. He stays in his study, reading, listening to old records and never saying a word to anyone. Even the servants got their direction through a written message from the pipe system installed in the house.
It was weird for the cook to have to decrypt his cursive writing every morning to decode whether it was coffee he wanted for breakfast or cocoa. Continue reading
There’s a theory I came up with a long time ago. It’s about all the different parts of us that wither and die.
What if sometimes when we feel too much hurt, a part of our soul actually dies and detaches itself to go find its place in the in-between. I know there’s a word for it, but I’ll just call it ‘the middle.’
Did you ever wonder how weird toes are? Much like some other parts of your body, you could totally live without them? But with it, life’s just a teensy bit easy. I think toes are like chocolates, minus the calories.
I see her eyes fixed on a wall before me and I’m wondering how no one can really tell even after knowing a person for too long, how many toes do they actually got. Unless you live in a traditional Japanese home and wear those weird samurai sandals showcasing your secret to the world.