Songs this writer recommends listening to while reading this! “Longing is the worst type of heartbreak: unrequited, unreciprocated and self-inflicted.”  This piece will be a strange sort of love letter.  one part confession, one part apology and one part reminder.  the confession,   I was never totally honest with you. not maliciously of course, never that….

A wise scientist named Einstein, described insanity as doing the same thing over and over again, yet expecting the same result. Currently that was what I felt, as I ran frantically in the dark. I felt like I wanted to escape, but no matter how much I ran, the darkness yielded no destination. But then…

When I was small, I pondered upon the idea of gods. Beings said to be immortal, but I have never laid my eyes upon one. I wondered, “How can something so powerful be so absent?” At the same time, I thought, “If I were immortal, I’d do great things. I’d traverse the world, create journals…

It’s 14:13 in Kuala Lumpur 12:13 in Colombo 17:43 in Melbourne 10:43 in Sharjah Its 1:43 in Toronto 22:43 in BC 6:43 in London And 14:13 in Perth.  We’re scattered across the globe, But we left our footprints  In Hiriketiya sand. Our laughter in your grandmother’s house And the marks of our stupidity In Fairway…

To My Future Self, When you read this, I will be gone. The passing of time, however, will have etched me into your skin. You will carry my youth with every step you take, and I will be both erased and immortalised.  Fear not, you may come back anytime to revisit your past self. In…

Each of us has a congenital room. Like a human skull.  The skull is a private concert hall. A round, cold void (do not think about your brain for a minute) that seemed small but also extraordinarily expansive. Even though you did not invite yourself, you are already a regular. You are the composer, the…

Moving house means you’re busy. These few weeks have been just a little bit like hell–it’s in my nature to be lazy and selfish, so I’m getting by, working just enough to make it seem like I’m helping and complaining about the work we’ve had to do. But, really, I’ve been pulling pieces of myself…

“The vacancy that sat in my heart, is a space that you now hold.” Mirror by Justin Timberlake, a song I highly recommend listening to while you read this article.  Also, a small homage to my late grandmother because this is her favorite song as we heard it during our grocery trip almost a decade…