Summer doesn’t feel like summer anymore, but I think the skies are as blue as ever. There is a weariness that comes with endings, but now...

One foot in, one foot out. But once the door closes, please forget me. I implore you not to think of me. I hope my memory fades with the...

Today I sit by the river banks and remember you. My heart softens at the thought that once you were here, you dreamt of me, and you hoped...

Trigger warning: This story contains sensitive content related to suicide, including discussions of suicidal thoughts and behaviors....

Hey, I hope you are well. I am, coping at best, but better since the last time I saw you. I'm happy to share that I've found my smile...

Here I am, waiting for the patters on my roof to cease, hoping for the rain's final farewell. Standing by my window, a cloak wrapped...

1. My curiosity. They had preached vile and cruel things about the devil. From the past, stories of good and evil on a distinct lens of...

Everyone seems to be moving on, while I'm stuck on this page, waiting for the words to come, waiting for something unknown. I wonder how...

You called me twice in July. First when you were checking on things, (whether I had changed my mind). The second time you stuttered,...

Happiness is something we all strive for, something we grow up yearning for. We constantly seek out experiences and ideas that bring us...

The trivial details clawed holes into trenches in my chest: the unexpected goodbyes, the hollow hellos, and the mornings without tea. It...

A few days past September, I was sure about what I wanted. I could even paint a picture of the kind of life, the roses by my balcony, the...

Sometimes the apologies we seek are solemnly for our hearts at the mercies of grief.  They trouble us so much that it feels like the...

I was beginning to fall in love with life. The resentment of my reflection in the mirror was shriveling, like a cloak that humanity...

These folds on my heart unwind because here comes the time to say cheerio. And I am, as unprepared as the poets predict. I hope that you...

Waldosia n. Searching for faces in a crowd where they have no reason to be a part of. As if hoping to see whether they are still woven...

“You seem too obsessed with the idea of loving yourself,” his eyes hover over me. The familiar scrutiny I've endured too often. As he...

Here’s proof that I loved… There are pages in my diary that I wish to tear, their words dawdle on my tongue so sourly. The melancholy...

I think it’s funny how the universe works. How instead of giving us what we want, it grants us what we deserve. When we look back, we see...

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I lost a dream of pink roses and white dresses. I would imagine dancing in a garden full of love, far...