What’s my definition of perfect?
Loud noises at night, yet still manage to sleep deeply.

I’m in this point that I could not even utter “sorry” for the evil that I’ve done. not because I am proud but because I just can’t. How I wish I can release myself from these unseen shackles that are holding myself back.

A half of an hour before the Sunday service starts, and here I am in my bed, remain undecided if going to attend or not. “Maybe, I will just attend virtually.” Then, suddenly, I remembered my promise to Julius that I will be with him on the second service. And, that promise had pulled me, rushing my breakfast while I am getting my jogging pants…Read More

I was once a clean sheet of white paper. No tints of past stories. No marks of insecurities. No colors nor paints. What I remember before, I do not overthink small things. I accept the harsh words of the world. I embrace the bad role of the dark souls that surround me. It was not a bother for me to be stared at. Those days, when I was only…Read More

I was never happy doing it, but why do I still do it?
It was never fun, never did it help me to have a better day.
It just feels like it is a great loss not to do it.

Sometimes it consumes my 3 hours,
Sometimes more than I’ve expected.

I was consumed by the thrill it offers to my body.
Even I am not still committing it, the latter…Read More