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an archive of everything

until I start breathing normally again

I am sitting here, thoroughly exhausted, and still thinking I want to keep my commitment to publishing a post a week. It isn’t a commitment to an audience, but to myself. There…

sort of broken

I’ve been sort of broken for a long while now. It is one thing to be completely broken, but sort of broken is an entire different beast on its own. Sort of…

bridge

a bridge drawn between two broken hearts you looked at me timelessly I listened to you wordlessly I preserve us by leaving you

the existence of magic

our bond was built on rainbows you listened to my soul saw me like no other we bridged through the unspoken yet what’s ethereal often do not reside in this world ruled…

returning

It seems fitting and ironic at the same time that I am electing to return to Singapore on her 50th year of independence. I didn’t foresee this decision at all, and in…

on questioning our dreams

One of the hardest things to learn is that I didn’t really know myself very well, and I had trouble differentiating which were my dreams, or if the dreams I thought mine…

real

a skipped heartbeat here a prolonged look there is love less real when it doesn’t last for more than a second

traveling and living consciously

I have been Europe for 3 weeks now. It has given me the space to just. be. slow. Even then it has been difficult for me to curb my fear of missing…