#perspective

every day really is perfect. the memories I so desperately cling to are shrouded in mist and gold when I think back on them, never noticing the aura of beauty encapsulating my present moments. the ones that will eventually become memories. everything feels so profound when looking back, you know....

Biking give new perspectives in the quarantine life. You get to see the common folk in their everyday lives. You see them commute thought bus, walk in the sidewalks and drive in the roads. You picture a busy city around you in the pandemic and realize that not all can be safe in the comfort…

This is my struggle -- to become who I really am, and to be comfortable with it. Growing up, it became evident to me that being quiet and unseen was preferred. Opinions of my own weren't valued; I became a pro at mirroring back people's own opinions, even with few context clues to tell me…

  I need to get the thoughts out of my head. All these thoughts are made up of too many words and there’s not enough space here. Every night it feels like my head is melting, every night for over a year now. The mental stress has turned to physical aches. It use to be…

Losing touch isn't such a bad thing. Or perhaps more appropriate would be out of synch. I’m not sure what you call it, or even if there's a name or label for it. It’s one of those sensations that is hard to describe; harder still to identify, and at times, slightly difficult to pull yourself…