Self-discovery

A letter to a dear friend on existence and its lack thereof

  I don’t exist beyond the doors of this coffee shop. I don’t exist beyond the space of this classroom. I don’t exist beyond the width of this bed. I don’t exist beyond the boundaries of this house. I don’t exist beyond the blood that flows within me. I don’t exist beyond the coordinates of…… Continue reading A letter to a dear friend on existence and its lack thereof

Self-discovery

My flower, please don’t wilt

I usually write about the people and memories which matter to me the most. I write about them while constantly questioning if those people feel the same way. Or if those memories would ever slip away. Today I’m not worried about my feelings being reciprocated. I’m not worried about our memories ever fading. For the…… Continue reading My flower, please don’t wilt