The Break-Up Conversation

This is the break-up conversation we never had. I am not good with break-ups. Whether I’m the one being dumped or doing the break-up, the conversation surrounding it is not that easy. Most of the time, I’d wait for one of us to bring it up then accept whatever happens –then prepare my Taylor Swift …

Thank You For A Sign

There was a flower resting outside my window. The wind blew fallen leaves and petal from towns away. One managed to stay whole, as pretty as it first bloomed, through the long journey while its friends and twigs withered with the breeze. I’d like to think it’s a gift from you. A sign I desperately …

Sincerely, Future Me

Dear 6-year-old me, There are a lot of things I want to tell you. Many of which will make you confused, slightly shocked, and reassured. You are small with big dreams that do not make sense to anyone else except for you. I wish I still had your energy, optimism, and charming innocence. Sure, you …

Even In This Stillness Life Goes On (Happy Birthday)

“Streets erased of footprints I lie here, fallen to the ground. Time goes by on its own without a single apology” (Life Goes On, BTS) Saying 2020 is a shit show would be an understatement. January gave us hope that maybe the next few months would bless us yet here we are in November, wondering where …

I keep forgetting I’m only 25

Last night, all I did was stare at the ceiling. It was a moment of reflection and existential panic. It felt like the room was filled with every worry my anxiety can create. Leaking through the cracks on the wall, I felt it slowly suffocating me. My ears tried to drown in the noise of …

Too Many Letters in the ABCs of LGBTQIA+

Was supposed to post this for Pride Month so better late than ever. To all the beautiful folks in the LGBTQIA+ community. They say the problem with our generation is that we are obsessed with labels. We are narcissistic that we need a word for who we believe we are and inconveniencing others to remember. …

Journaling Poetry for my Pandemic Anxiety

Writing is a muscle and you have to regularly exercise it –sadly, I don’t even exercise physically for me to practice it creatively. People automatically assume this pandemic is like a relaxing creative retreat where we don’t have any excuses to be productive. Sadly, my brain is on survival mode and filled with constant anxiety. …

An Agoraphobiac in a Closet

When I was 13, I built myself a closet to suffocate in my non-existent heterosexuality. Decorated the walls pink and blue, hoping it would feel like home.  I grew up thinking there was only gay or straight, no other option. So, I spent half of my life having a gay identity crisis.  Then you came …