One step at a time, she said.


every single burden

that she carried.

Each worry

fed on 20 meals of junk food

at every passing minute.

She choked

on each bite,

and lived through the pain

of gulping them as a whole.

How long can she last on her tiny feet of hers?

This is probably one  of the worst pieces I’ve written, but it describes a quarter of how I’m feeling these days.

Sharp edges can make you bleed

Can water… Shatter?
Have you heard of water shattering?
I did.
Like glass,
I’ve heard it so clearly,
Maybe clearer in the left ear more than the right;
My right ear was always the worst,
I should check it out sometime.
But like thin glass,
Water made a crispy sound of destruction.
Just before my sight became blurry –
And I might have heard a storm breaking
Or was it a wolf howling?
Whatever it is,
According to some cultures,
It’s called breaking down; shrieking; crying.
I call it water-glass shattering,
Imagine an invisible vase perhaps, full of water,
And the shock of it falling to pieces to the selfish ground,
Soaking up the water,
At least, my definition is more understandable,
Since glass can hurt you;
Make you bleed;
React accordingly to something physically broken.
So, tell me this,
Did you hear any water shattering?
Did you bleed?
Were you hurt?
Then be careful, next time.
If you ever give next time a chance.

The dead cannot have desires

When I no longer hear my surroundings,
When I no longer can see the different colors that make life and instead see either the dark or light,
When I no longer give out carbon dioxide and pollute this Earth,
Does that mean I’ve managed to fly to the moon?
Where sound cannot be transmitted.
Where it’s difficult to breathe.
Can I safely say that I’ve lived another life just to be given a second chance on my favorite planet?
Can you tell me Death is still not here yet?