#inner-thoughts

I was a bottle of perfume.

My musk was worn by many

Coming in ever-changing sizes

Each a far cry from the other.

When you walked by,

You could smell it

My body dripping with the scent

It consumes you.

But as time passes by, you get used to me

You forget it, you move on

You leave.

Just like every bottle, I am bound to be empty

And soon enough, I fade

Once I leave, there will always be a stain

A symbol of my presence.

However, once I am gone, others will come

Through different bottles.

“If someone throws you a baseball, would you rather catch it or go away?”That’s a question that popped into my mind when I watched one scene from my favorite series. Only if you knew that one of the characters was simply playing with the ball while thinking his life decisions. I can’t help but think about being hit by a baseball. Should I just avoid it or grasp it? That’s just like how life…

Forgetting you used to be a dream to me.But now, it is slowly starting to become a reality. I almost forget about all the bits that occupied my hippocampus.My personal theater I have in my mind is no longer playing the movies about that same main character anymore.The first fight in the car during the heavy rains—why was it again?Even though my friends knew it, I just can’t recall. Is it the…

I guess life always has its special way to make me learn new things every single day, from every small things that I didn’t even notice before. People said life is a series of coming and going, and I truly believe that. It’s a series that all of us has to deal with. Sometimes it’s easy, most of the times it’s hard, no matter how bad we want to deny that. Seeing someone that we used to tell about…

First of all, let me tell you the story behind the title. I was about to make use “30 Days of Detox” but it feels unsuitable compared to what I’ve been through. Because it’s been more than 30 days and it’s more than just a detox. Also, this is a long post, by long I mean I didn’t just write it one time, I kept on writing, drafting, and as time goes by, I finally post it. Another one, this is just…

A blank canvas

A desire to fill it

The desire to use the color red

The need to share this part

Share what is hidden

The brush is dipped in the paint

Drawing straight lines on the canvas

One after another

The project takes a day

A week

A month

A year

Continues not finished

The canvas is filled

The paint empty

And what is shared is empty