I decided to make a haiku thread on Twitter. Because why not? It's a nice way of tweeting about random thoughts and feelings while adhering to a few rules and at the same time running amok creatively. Since I do not own the Twitter platform, I thought it best to post them here on my website as well to preserve them forever.Read More
Gluttony brought me to where I am today.
Every other night we’d dine out, my former group of friends and I. No special occasion. Nothing to celebrate. Nothing new to even talk about. We’d get together because eating was “fun”. Going to a new restaurant felt exciting. Trying a new cuisine meant you’re adventurous. Posting a photo of yourself with a food on Instagram to induce jealousy on other people made you a superstar. When all three had been exhausted, it all came back to “because eating was fun”.Read More
When you wake up to the sun each morning
He greets you with a smile, calls you 'darling'.
When I wake up I begin my mourning.
Sad. So sad.
When you walk outside the sun with a stride,
They pass you by and you beam with much pride.
When I walk outside the sun I go hide.
Shy. So shy.Read More
I'm sorry that your heart is broken.
You didn't ask for it. Nobody does. Who in their right mind asks for heartbreak, their hearts ripped out from their chest, thrown to the muddy ground, and stepped on? Because of your frustration, you pick up the telephone and call the radio DJ. He asks you to share your story, live on air, for everybody to hear either for amusement or concern. He is thinking whether to make fun of you or offer some words of warmth before he plays that sad love song that will surely make you cry, the exact thing you hope you don't have to do. You can't help it. Tears stream down your cheeks as you air out your tragedy to a stranger on the phone and to strangers across the air waves.Read More
Yes, we are already practicing the art of loving ourselves. We are finally aware that for days, months, or even years we have suffered mental, emotional, and spiritual abuse from other people and from our self-neglect. The result, we didn't know how to love ourselves. For some of us repairing the damage and rebuilding our core will take some time. For the rest of us the repairing and rebuilding will take much, much longer. The deeper the sorrow, the higher is the ascent to happiness. The deeper the wound, the longer the healing will complete. And so we doubt ourselves and say, "I am loving myself now but I am so far from perfect. I am mired with imperfections and flaws. I don't think I can love someone else this way. In fact, I shouldn't love someone else as long as I'm not fully fixed yet."Read More