Love that cannot be
Is also love,
Trapped in the heart
Like a firefly in a glass jar.
In the night,
Under the covers,
You unveil it—
And it lights up the bed
(Your personal treasure cave)
With a faint blue tinge
Of bittersweet
Resignation.
Light
Corpse
She held the corpse of love in her arms and kept asking it angrily to talk to her. Her fingernails …
Au travail
Getting a new job at an office makes me feel like I’ve failed at chasing my dreams of Academia glory. …
Will It Be Okay?
Feeling the urge to write something today, I’m filling this space with meaningless words. Watch them now: mean-ing-less words. m …