I day dream of a navy ink sky, with specks of Milky way. Of me leaving my skin and leaving things in disarray. I'm packing few T-shirts, a pair of sweats, for countless days. I’ll walk, hike, jog, don’t mind me if I stray. This is more than getting it out of my system, and far from being just a phase. I’m not here to wish upon a shooting star, or shed silent tears as I pray. I want to break free from the cycle, sense some clarity in my haze. Leave in the middle of a conversation, before the broken record starts to play.

On the morning of me turning 31, I shot a video of myself shooting an imaginary fade-away. It looked good in my head, but in reality It looked more like a footballer going for a bicycle-kick. Point is, I envisioned Kobe when I did it. …

I usually write from an emotional overflow. But, sometimes pain wants to be heard, even if its incoherent. 2019 started with waves of hopeful promises, a new outlook, and somehow a clear view on where I was sailing off to. You know, it was like the glorified masterpiece of the…

To the ones who can’t explain their silence. As what they go through is hard to put into words. To those who shadow box their struggles as their cardio for the day. To those who are forced to host their unwelcome demons in broad daylight. To the ones who became very familiar with being numb. This ode is for you.. This is a familiar place.. Feels like I’ve seen this before.. I’ve definitely touched base with it, from different plays before.. It’s the dead-end alley, with no choice but to breakthrough. I’ve been here before.. Perhaps, longer this past year than I’d feared for. It’s my only way of rebuilding, regrouping with what I can muster from my self, to pull through. To float on the surface, and have the wave carry me to shore.. as I’ve been here before…

It rang for 28 seconds.. My heart beat rang faster.. Pick up pick up pick up.. No answer.. I needed to exhale.. I’ve been holding my breath with every passing ring.. But you never called back.. The minutes turned into hours, and the hours faded into days. I stared at my phone more than an admirer on a first date.. But still, no blinking screens, no recognizable name.. Miss, Missing, Missed.. Fate did not put me through, it diverted me as it called for change.

Long distance relationship doesn’t necessarily mean 2 people living in two different continents. One in the East and the other in the West. I know long distance.. I see it everyday, sitting across from you. With silence dominating the room, and pass the salt as words of exchange.

There is always tomorrow they say. When I’m in the midst of my thoughts being eaten up by overthinking and over analyzing.. Do I get to live for tomorrow, if I’m tortured by it today?! I do have few things to look forward to. My homemade Ice Coffee, with my warm bowl of Oatmeal. But, then I have to be on the road, with hundreds of phone calls and open tabs filling my mind. I’m overwhelmed today for tomorrow…

The Hardest Kind of Love Loving yourself isn’t easy. Surely not a paved road in the way Life Coaches would put it. Coming to love yourself, is a start of a relationship. You are on introduction basis. Getting to know each other. …

Falling Out It’s baffling how the things that once brought us close together as an entity, with beautiful streams of appreciation, and a depth in our chemistry. With an innate thoughtfulness that we carry in our souls for each other, and love.. a love that was set as an example…