Hello from the future

It’s two hundred thousand years later And I think about you Where you roamed, what you saw, what you felt How you lived. I look at my hands, and notice that they’re so pristine. Yours must have been bruised, and maybe the lines that run across your palms were darker. Hello from the future. We’re

Choosing to be present

I went through a state of extreme confusion, frustration, and subtle fear. What is it that I want? What should I seek? How should I be? These series of confusing pieces just kept piling up with more and more questions, and less and less answers. I felt trapped and it felt horrible, Until I decided

Understanding my mother

I see the words fuzzily dance up and down, slowly, in the computer screen ahead. I sit and stare just as she would, for what seems like a long time with no other plans in my life. And only then, does my mother make complete sense to me.

Two companions

I love art. It dazzles. If I get too into art, it has a tendency to sink me further in until I circle inwards into a vortex of confusion with no return. I enjoy science. It clarifies. Science drags me out of insanity and showers me with cold water of rationality, makes me think logically,

Resisting the spin

The world is spinning uncontrollably in different directions, and I sit here, dazed and confused.