perhaps the only thing we need are cookies and love everlasting

i wish to live a world where grief and joy couldn't coexist

i picked a pen to survive and somehow, be also heard

would the world ever look at me and think I'm worth to be loved?

maybe grief is the aching proof that we lived—through and through

would you love me even at my rotting body?

i want food, gadgets, clothes, games, money, a car, letters, flowers, messages, love

it's always you. in the quiet night beneath the moon where the humming birds flap its wings towards me. their wings have gone out of feathers waiting for me to move an inch, and yet only your mere presence could i truly make my heart beat

can i get fries without ketchup? can i also get a sundae alongside it, and lastly, can i get love without begging?

can i love without having to shoulder the feeling of not being loved?

sometimes, all we need is a deep breath and love within

every strum of ukelele reminds me of your humming voice when you're bored. there's this awe feeling admiring someone even in your smallest days

why is it harder to process happiness than go through grief?

sometimes, all we need is a deep breath and love within

it is the knife that i pierced through myself at 13 that keeps me living

and yet i wonder, removing it off me would let my blood run flow — somehow having them a taste on how cruel the outside world can be

everyone may forget your existence, but i will never forget the way you loved me

for everyone to truly love me, they would have to know your existence before mine