“I’m fine,”
while clenching my fists,
clenching my teeth.

What if I say I’m not fine?
What if I hurt their feelings?
What if I am seen as selfish?

“I’m fine,”
while clenching my fists,
clenching my teeth.

Well I have to be okay.
Just clench and deal with it.
It’s not important.

“I’m fine,”
while clenching my fists,
clenching my teeth.

I want to whine.
I want to breakdown.
I want to cry.

“I’m fine,”
while clenching my fists,
clenching my teeth.

Stop it, you’re being selfish now.
Just go to sleep.
It will be okay tomorrow.

“I guess I will be fine,”
slowly exhaling deeply,
releasing my tension.

I just wanted to hear that it’s okay for me to breakdown for a mere 5 seconds. And a hug.



Amongst the still-glimmering stars in the night sky,

You came like a shooting star.

With an intensity so high,

Aiming to travel far.

You may be brief but you were bright,

Although your time has passed I remember your light.


Even though the world was unjust,

You have no more worries, you’re a stardust.


Milky Rain

The dripping noise of the rain feels longing,
the warmth of the bed sheet that feels half missing.

The rain lulls me to sleep tonight,
with an umbrella that is the moonlight.

I long for the milky rain,
the one we dont need an umbrella for.

Milky Rain

Living Dead

I feel that we fear death,
and create life for it,
because life is the only way we know of living.

We create that life
so that we know how to live.

Because what happens beyond death,
stays amongst the dead.

And because the thought that one day,
everything turns black with no end,
is more unassuring than thinking that your soul will burn for your sins.

Living Dead

Crashing Waves

Red light.

I stand on the edge, gazing.
The speed of cars, buses, and trucks hit like crashing waves.
A little girl in the middle, dancing.
Stretching her arms towards me, inviting me to be brave.

Green light.

Because I’ve wondered how would it feel like if I stepped towards the girl.

Crashing Waves


We are blessed with words.
To express, to communicate.
Much stronger than swords.
To retaliate, to reciprocate.

An extension of our thoughts.
An expression of our feelings.

Words bring people closer,
words bring people apart.
Words to lure people in,
words to push people out.

So why are words mightier than swords?
Because it’s the abstract product of thoughts.

Thoughts, thoughts, thoughts, race in our minds.
Words, words, words, jump out from our thoughts.

Then silence.
Cue brain process.


Words are perceived.
Perceptions are processed in thoughts.
Thoughts are delivered in words.

The Möbius strip.

Words are free to be written,
words are free to be interpreted.
But words will never ever represent a human being.

Humans are more than descriptive words.
Angry words, venomous words, sad words,
happy words, gleeful words, love words.

And words are my only weapon.
To use well to spread love and kindness.
Or to use poorly to spread venomous hate.

So these are my words.
To celebrate my 100th post.