Monday, June 27, 2016


Bring me the sunset in a cup, 
So goodnight Moon, I hope you'll show up. 

Thursday, June 16, 2016

The Old Bottle

There are things that you talk about and there are things that you don't talk about. Imagine filling up a glass bottle near brim-full and putting it under your bed, along with the rest of other bottles that every now and then you pull the box underneath and open a bottle or two to fill in new things. This one sits in the corner of the box, separated from the rest. Its shape is the same like the rest, but not what it holds.

It sits there alone over the weeks and months and years. You don't go over it everyday. You don't hold it everyday. You don't peek under your bed to know it's there when you go to sleep at night. You don't fall on your knees after your shower to know it's still there in the morning. Even when you take out other bottles this one never itched your hand to even make a move for it. You just look at it, put back the other bottles in their place and push the box away from view. But you know it's there. Always.

Saturday, June 4, 2016


"From what I see, you're in tune with yourself and everything around you. Maybe it's the perfectionist in you that requires everything to be within reach and control. But that's a good thing I guess. Because even the children, it's like you're thinking of your role to provide for them." - SAS

I don't know about that. When the time comes, I may be too afraid to let go.