‘pri-o-ri-ty’ is a sentence I like. it is what you choose to keep, it is who you decide to love, who you consider a friend, and who you choose to tell a lie. it’s a parrot that speaks volumes of words that a book cannot cater for. it is the in-between: the line dividing insanity […]

at whatever stage at whatever stage that you are, there’s an adjective to qualify. bear your given name with pride, name yourself with who you are. there’s a reason you’ve chosen not to tie a rope around your neck yet, and you keep scaling through at whatever stage that you are. there’s a name for […]

on days like this, it’s like I’m mad, the captain here is just sad, so it is surely not the former it has to be the latter. when the brain resumes malice with the hand, leaving words to stutter, be slurry, be stagnant. on days like this, it’s like I’m mad. sometimes, you can feel […]

every time another man dies, I don’t cry, don’t say goodbye, I don’t think, don’t feel fear, I just wait for mine to come. of what use is this test? why are we to make others sad? I don’t seem to understand why, every time another man dies. we are useless when we die, roaming […]

one could swear it’s just merriment. what has this ever solved? of what use is freedom not free? what ‘evidence for’ do we have? while others sleep at night, some are chanting songs, dancing and paying homage, one could swear it’s just merriment. of all the vices we live with, which has cultism not fueled? […]

nobody matters here except the money they bring and that too matters little the sign at the entrance translated in shidi means ‘nobody matters here’ neither do flags nor the cloth colour except the money they bring the brighter the red just maybe the thicker the scare and that too matters little leonell echa

this has been the best, has an edge over the rest, it started as a short quest with several storms to digest, several sins not confessed, at first, it seemed a contest, a must-be-passed type of test, then I became obsessed with not wanting to be oppressed, I damned emotions, none professed, to my limitations, […]

why do apologies have to be the common form of communication here? our beginning was bliss. now, it’s like a ditch. all you professed fell on your deaf ear. you were the one. the laughter. the kind eyes. you could buy time, and always gifted smiles. I was a newborn. you showed no disguise under […]

when I’m no longer the one that tickles your e- motions: this is done. don’t look me dead in the eye, remain here, and ex- plore other options. for the sake of times that this was home, be kind e- nough to let me know. I’m not a healing process, nor a lurking e- rror, […]

I’ll always be right here High off frequency Low, sad, depression It’s been my fault Couldn’t be better Hold me in Don’t spit me out yet I tried to stay afloat But i wear forgetfulness so well Can’t remember who i have been Little steps Cold enough to let the cracks clench to my ankles […]