I’m afraid of progression

I swear to god I’m still a whore for attention. Every time I write a piece, I’d still find validation. Patiently reaching out for feedback as my constant allegation. Intrinsically hoping that one day I’d be a sensation. Who am I? How am I different from the people, who post…

She never listens. I told her I needed to take a leak, yet she drove left and right, another right, pointing towards the rust on the edge of the car, “I think that needs fixing.” As I hold onto my bladder, about to witness a leaking. She never listens. The…

What does it mean to be a foreigner? Not the kind of foreigner where you’re a shade or Caucasian that gives you an invisible form of privilege that puts you up in the hierarchy without having achieve anything. But the kind of foreigner that arrives to a country as a…

Notes: this is an article for personal review. Troy Maxson (played by Denzel Washington), a baseball enthusiast and also a sanitation worker lives a life with his wife, Rose Maxson (played by Viola Davis), and son, Cory Maxson (played by Jovan Adepo). They lived in a house that Troy was…

Would the Earth let us, if we saw each other on the street? Would it split the sea of people, just so that we can meet? Would it intensify gravity, just so that it stopped time, so that we can stare into each other’s eyes for eternity in one sight…

If the world comes falling, would you come? Where ashes was once a bed of blood red roses, stains left behind during our chocolate cake adventures love let loose like a hellhound off leashed. Would you come to pick up the delicate petals that was left behind. To sniff a…

I remember the stain on my shirt. Was it blood or was it just dirt. Was it the cherry lips from the last time I flirted. Or was it cranberry sauce from last thanksgiving. Was it the last time when I was carelessly walking. Down the street of Jehovah, alone…

Death will come find me before I go find him. That’s the thoughts that has haunted me ever since I smoked that stick of cigarettes. The slow breathe of smoke that caravan from the peephole shaped by my lips out into the air and vanishes. The cough that comes after…