bamboo mugs & china//a poem

from poember day 8// tea cups and the vibe of the people drinking from them They’re /gen-z climate change activist wannabesclutching bamboo mugs made of fibre and gluedoing their bit to save the world and worryingwhat may become of it They’re /80s kids, large mugs with handles so wide and ceramic so thick that italmostContinue reading “bamboo mugs & china//a poem”

{This is Paradise}

I miss the hot humid evenings of walking and no fear and laughter over everything. You taught me to accept and to reject rejection. It’s a rare thing to find people who are of the same mind and who set you on fire more than you were before they were in your life. But eventually-Continue reading “{This is Paradise}”

{Sunset, moving on}

Bittersweet sunset meets the horizon and I realize it’s time to move away. Sunsets fade and so do memories; revisiting this place means remembering. Not only the things I wish I could forget, but also letting myself see the good. I’m not sure which hurts worse- never seeing beauty or never forgetting it. Never lettingContinue reading “{Sunset, moving on}”