empty nobodies.

so people expect us to be ourselves but who are we really but a bunch of empty nobodies crying our way out from our mommy’s wombs as if we knew by then what awaited us. sure, we had parents, maybe siblings, family history and even a name perhaps yet we came out literally empty inside…

a long bath.

i want to cry. for all the things that went wrong and more so for all the things that went right. i thought i know myself but i can't remember when's the last time i woke up without thinking where am i and what am i doing there. i pretend i'm not looking to be…

Date A Girl Who’s Lost

Date a girl who's lost and watch her drift away in her world while you talk mid-sentence. Observe how her gaze changes from concentration to wonder and maybe, just a bit of wistfulness. Or a lot. Listen to her as she mumbles about all the foods she wants to try, all the places she wants…