A gift I never gave to you remains in the box I bought it in.
A short poem about the significance behind a coffee mug.
Observations from a side table on a Sunday afternoon in a local coffee shop.
This post was originally composed in February 2018. Falling for someone and moving on for the first time is like taking on a highway the first time you get behind the wheel: you've only seen driving from the passenger's side, but now you're living in the driver's seat. Everything happens so fast. I found myself … Continue reading The first heartbreak is like a car crash: sudden and painful
This post was originally composed in September 2017. It was published for the first time in September 2018. As children, we have fears of the darkness. We sleep with nightlights and ask our parents to stay with us for only "one more minute" just so we have enough time to dose off— I've never liked the … Continue reading Learning to feel the rain
Time is ticking away Like the sand That falls gracefully through the neck of an hourglass Time is ticking away like the beat of a wave that falls gracefully to the lips of the shore Time is ticking away like a mother slowly lets go of her daughter's hands as they turn from soft to … Continue reading Time is slipping away
I sit alone on a bed In a hostel with 29 other people I know the faces of But not the names. I sit alone at night with one light on and only the sound of my fingers pit-pattering along a keyboard I really should have wiped down but I'm too lazy. I sit alone … Continue reading I click and I submit: a poem about job hunting in your 20s