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
It's just one of those days where you feel empty, almost hollow. Like a part of you is missing or is yanked out by the events taking place around you. You're trying to make sense of everything, but you can't seem to do that because everything is just mashed together in one big pile. If … Continue reading Feeling empty…
The most damaging wars are the ones we fight with ourselves. When our mind transforms into a battlefield and our heart becomes a no-go zone. It's like we're torn between shooting emotions, bombarded with sentiments. We're ripped between reasons, opinions, and facts. And that is the moment where we lose all sense of what is … Continue reading Self-inflicted war
If you know I see dreams higher
than the sapphire alluring sky,
then why do you dig my grave
in your atrocious mind.
Once there lived a woman, whose heart was broken so badly that she couldn't mend it. The man she loved cheated on her with her sister, and her mother ran away with another man who was much younger than her. The woman's heart was shattered into tiny little pieces that she wanted to give up … Continue reading The woman with the broken heart
