written on june 17, 2016

hearing your name

fills my stomach with


or maybe it’s just moths

that’s eating my insides

because of fear; fear of

falling in love with you

all over again.


you matter;

written on may 17, 2016;

not all story ends with a good ending. what clearly matters is the parts. people doesn’t always get what they want. you can’t always have your own way because everything happens for a reason, whether you like it or not. you cannot control anything in this universe. after all, you are just a small peck of dust in the galaxy but hey—you still matter.