Darling, you see, your love has driven me quite mad, but I cannot help entangle myself in my muse. I want to live with you in fields of sugarcane and unkempt flowers, where this universe of fire and ice can leave us uninterrupted in our bed of leaves and dew. I can only hope to pass through the summers and springs with you, sipping on sweet tea and apricot seeds.

Sister, Sister

For my sister who is leaving for Italy in a couple of days. I’ll be seeing you by the end of this year, sis. Until then, I’ll be missing you. I was three years old when you arrived. I still remember sitting in that oversized, itchy fabric blue chair in the hospital, holding you. Wrapped […]