“It’s okay. I’ve been here before. The truth is I’m quite good with goodbyes.”

The earth shakes calling for you too.

I found wholeness between my skin and his.

Some words are heavy. I’m still learning how to rise after your goodbye.

One word could destroy me and all I need to do is hear your name.

You touch me and my bones tremble.

You taught me that it’s okay to fall. As long as, the right hands catch you.

In his arms, I was a long-lost child, Who finally made it home.

Pain stole my heart and made it home. And I can’t do anything but welcome it.

The darkness feels like home. And the truth is, I’m tired.  I can’t pretend like there’s light anymore.

All this world and I could not find a piece in yours.

We are strangers again. And what a beautiful thing that is.

I don’t know much about love. But he really makes my heart smile.

Your name suffocates me.

I am now empty. And you still look at me as if I have more left to give.

It is a loud war to love you in silence.

What’s enough really? I just wonder if I’ll ever stop breaking.

So it is the great end of Christian living to transmute the light of truth into the fruits of holy living.

The end of wisdom is consultation and deliberation.

The time to stop a revolution is at the beginning, not the end.

The law-givers and the law-abiding, the beginning and the end.

For now I have to make do with fantasising about me and you, you and me, and what we will never ever be again since you’ve been ignoring me for weeks now. And I’m at the end of my patience as well as ideas of how to catch your attention.

In the end, it doesn’t matter how well we have performed or what we have accomplished—a life without heart is not worth living.

I write till the end at least a draft of a play or a novel; but sometimes,

We chose a place all the way at the end of an industrial park.