UNALIVE

Mama, I can’t tell you the things that make me sleepless, I can’t tell you the things that make me forget to eat. Mama, how should I tell you that I feel useless? A child who doesn’t deserve the quantity of love that you give. Mama, I can’t look you in the eye and tell

FLAME

A letter to her beloved Flame, It’s been a minute. Tsk, let’s be more literal. It’s been weeks. Five weeks since I last talked to you. To tell you the truth, I have been avoiding you. You see, when I see you, my heart beats so fast and so loud that sometimes, my ears can’t