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As kids, we used to play with glue, We let it bind our hands together. As adults, one thing is true, Our goals are what we need to tether. So when you take my coloured pencils, And rip my painting in two, Please don’t weep and act all mental, When I lose my fire for you. I do not need your graham crackers, I don’t desire your gummy bears. I’m just not interested in slackers, I want someone who shows their care. Don’t get me wrong: you are my buddy, When we sprint throughout the parks, But trails once firm have gotten muddy, And fireworks are now mere sparks. As kids, life may have been carefree; To-do l

10:00AM: the alarm chimes like a siren beckoning the sailor to his doom 10:01AM: brightly coloured ribbon dreams are excised from the temporal fabric 10:02AM: my thoughts stir the brewing pot of consciousness 10:03AM: the anxiety of doing nothing is compounded by the fear of doing anything 10:04AM: walls of sheets are built, burying my body beneath 10:05AM: exhausted by the battle between two minds, I sell my soul to the sandman 10:45AM: the never-ending city hum invades my room through a crack in the window 10:46AM: I am awake, staring into the abyss of the ceiling, enamoured by the imperfections I find 10:47AM: the warm glow of twinkly l

Dear Internet, I quit. In 48 hours, I will be deleting all of my social media accounts for good. Even as I type this, my fingers tremble and my heart begins to race. How will people find me? How will I see travel, graduation, marriage, etc., pictures from those in my circle? How will I know what kind of lives people I’ve met years ago live? How will I stay up to date with the ever-evolving body of internet opinions, news, ideas? Will my sense of humour still be relevant and comprehensible without memes? How will I be able to entertain myself on the toilet? Does this mean I am going to have to go back to reading the backs of shampoo bott

 Dear E, I just watched "Thirteen Reasons Why" on Netflix and though it's marketed as an individual tragedy, it also reminded me (once again) of how multifaceted and complicated everything in life is (even though some days, it seems very simple, but that's for another time). Every day, while I walk to university (and back), I have a thousand thoughts running parallel in my head. They are alive. They intensify, evolve, entertain, surprise, intertwine...and each thought brings with it a host of emotions that seem to consume my entire persona. My mannerisms, my facial expressions, my way of walking, the lens through which I see the world, the l

...and in that moment, I wished I was different. I wished that others cheered for me while reminiscing about all the pranks I pulled. I wished I looked that confident about my future while walking up to accept the diploma, gown of youth billowing behind me. I wished people looked up to me, that I was better known, in more clubs, more classes, more circles of friends. ...and in that moment, I wished I was her. I wished that I could pose in perfect HD lighting, hair neatly done up, makeup "on fleek", body proportionate, pout full-screen. I wished people commented on how gorgeous I looked, how they wished to be my friend, how jealous they w

He invaded me in China. Though the war was bloodless, The sweat, tears and pain, Perpetually marred my being. Somehow, he managed to take me, like a host in his parasitic grasp. He became the person I turned to; a blend of friend and family. We intertwined, and I, felt every inch  of myself being entrusted to another. His face was the first thing that Entered my mind when I awoke. His heart was the last beat that I felt before slumber. I yearned to have him beside me: The sweet fragrance in his hair,  The way his mouth crinkled in a smile, The way he looked into me, His snarky remarks.  How the bark of his eyes was Surroun