Dried Ink

The First Tale

I remember my first crush. I was barely twelve years old, chubby-cheeked and completely naive. My hands would tremble whenever he walked past me in our school hallway, maintaining the perfectly rhythmic bounce that only ‘big boys’ had. At first, I didn’t understand why my heartbeat would quicken whenever I saw him so, I would… Continue reading The First Tale

Dried Ink

ROOTS

Often times, we lie to ourselves We find solace in burying our pain deep We forget that these things buried alive  Grow roots and feed off our hearts   We convince ourselves that we are okay  we blind our eyes to our pain Ignoring the constant jabs and pokes at our wounds, Constantly salting it… Continue reading ROOTS

Lost Letters

From Blue

Dear You, It has been a while since we heard from each other. There are moments when your memories hit like an avalanche and my mind is flooded with questions on what could have been.  What if we had given our hearts a chance?  What if we had embraced our storms and surfed on their… Continue reading From Blue

Lost Letters

From Yellow

Dear You, I was only seven. I still stay awake every night, trapped in the same nightmare. I remember your bloodshot eyes, filled with drunken lust and ugly passion. I still hear my horrified screams and desperate pleas as they fell on deaf ears, silenced by your hushes and repeated grunts. I remember you walking… Continue reading From Yellow