I often keep my eyes from wandering too much when I’m walking; headphones on, a specific song that I’m fixated on for the rest of the month is playing, and I just walk. Often times more than none, a destination should be ahead of me, this time I’m going home…

Time on my wrist, And time in my pocket, Operated by battery, Or plugged into a socket. Time on a clock, and time on a phone, Time to go working, and time to go home. Time to eat up, And time to be sleeping, Time to be happy, And time to be weeping. Time kept to love, and time left to hate, Time to be early, and time to be late. Time on a dial, As told by the sun, Time on a spring, All set to be sprung.

I can still recall the first F I got in university, it had to be one of the most traumatizing experiences, I cried for days on end, as one does when they fail while having their drive be academic validation. …

Being alive is the strangest feeling. It’s a fever so low and as cold as ice — you wonder how your heart beats and feels so numb. I’m still learning how to breathe in this world: with ocean eyes and smoky lungs. A universe within a universe born out of…

Today I want to talk about nothing. Because sometimes, nothing holds everything. It’s loaded. Just ask someone who answers “nothing” when asked what’s wrong. Sometimes there’s no-thing to say, No-thing to do But that doesn’t mean nothing is going on. Nothing has everything to say, but instead hides Nothing is…

This letter is written for you, younger me. If I could go back to that time before the world fall apart beside my feet, I would tell you everything. …

How do you keep walking under the weight of a heavy heart and mind? Where are you going? I don’t see how we can remain together yet growing. Angry, working towards outgrowing and unknowing. I am getting tired of days that feel dark my memories never fail to remind me …

I was having a beer with someone a couple of weeks ago before I leave Istanbul, and we talked about friendships and the hardships of making new friends as an adult. …

Decoding this feeling requires an unreal amount of ones and zeros. My experience of you changes with the quality of light, By which I scrutinize each memory. In fear, I see you in your absence, in my abandon. In the distance separating my world from yours, Preventing a merging, A…