Hospitals

You see, There’s something about hospitals, The white and green sheets The smell of disinfectant strong enough to intoxicate you into believing you’ll live. The consistent beeping of the monitors, Each beep like a door knock to hell If you stay there long enough, The door might just open for you. The air conditioning at […]

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What did you highlight?

I attempted to try something different this time. With a job, a new routine and 2 of the most awaited (or pretentious), jolly (or lonely) holidays, I took to social media. Because a well lit Christmas tree doesn’t make any difference in your life until it’s put up on your InstaStory. Even when there are […]

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What my therapist suggests

What is it that we believe we are doing? How many different ways are there in which we can be shaken in, to finally see reality? I. My therapist talks about self-love like it’s a pill I should take daily. Maybe she doesn’t know what I know. Some of us are just too obsessed with ourselves. So obsessed […]

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Medicinal Affection

Last night we lived similar lives. You cleaned your place and yourself, dusted off your sofa set, broomed away the spider webs. I spent the night on hospital beds.   While you fought with darkness last night, my fight was of a slightly different kind. The excessive CO2 in my lungs truly took my breath […]

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In the house next door

Stop hiding behind closed doors to trick me into believing that you’re okay. Stop telling me that you’re going to make it on your own because you don’t need to. This suffocation doesn’t seem to end and I really wish to breathe, more importantly, I wish to see you breathe too. I know I am […]

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What Webster Said

Being with you is like picking up a Dictionary. You’re full of words and meaning, yet so disconnected. I, the writer, chose to arrange your words in a rhythmic, euphonious manner. Webster said, the more experienced and skillful the writer, the pleasant the sound he produces when he reads his write-up aloud. I knew I had […]

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