Inside the mind of an immigrant
I slide against the door, sitting on the cold floor with my knees pressed against my chest. The back of my head is leaning on the wooden door, next to the doorknob. A pounding headache is wrapping its arms around my temples. I can’t think straight. The voices in the back of my head that … Continue reading The slit of a wrist
Do you ever have those moments where everything that could go wrong, goes wrong? Where you're trying so hard to understand what role you had to play in this destruction, but you can't seem to find any. Where the sky breaks apart, and you're just standing there wondering why things are happening the way they … Continue reading Back to the starting point
Do you ever become so tired of fighting that you willingly give into failure? You stab yourself in the back so no one else would have the chance to do it. You fall to your knees, clench your teeth as tightly as you can and scream until your own voice gives up on you and … Continue reading Giving into failure…
Keep your lips sealed and please don’t look away just listen to my voice there’s something I have to say maybe a couple of words locked behind this fear that if I break my silence you won’t be able to hear and yet again I choke with words as loud as screams hoping you would … Continue reading A failure’s plea
I have a phobia of elevators and of tight spaces. I'm also scared of animals and sometimes of thunder… and of being alone and the list goes on. But the one thing that makes me cage my heart behind thick metal bars is commitment. I'm even terrified of the word, like saying it out loud … Continue reading Commitment
