Sticks and stones may break my bones but words seeds and sows. Ideas are planted through connections Conversations make them…
Browsing: Creative
Do you remember how you felt? I remember you saying “I wish I were a boy” out loud and proud almost every day, every single day, and yet never thinking to verbalise it.
i was listening to without you without them at home alone in the dark and started sobbing violently. this is why.
The buzzer for the nurse has been ringing for the past few minutes. The orchestra of beeps and buzzes are crescendoing. It’s burning into every crevice of my skin.
I suppose I am cursed and privileged to live in the space in between; Homesick here, homesick there.
They say Nguyen translates as musician or musical instrument so I concede perhaps my artistry belongs to my ancestors.
The stubbornness of wanting to become more than I could ever be has led me on my journey to study abroad in Australia. We always had a thirst to be different, but our desires always come at an expensive cost. 家，一直都會在的。家，一直會留在那一盒三十五塊的檸檬茶裏。
And the thread of a constellation hidden behind a sweet morning came when my eyes were full of last night’s dream beyond the mountains, what did I see like belonging and exile?
You know it’s not too late to change careers? Maybe music isn’t for you. Some people have special talents and got what it takes to become successful, but not you. With arrogance like that.
घर की बहुत याद आती है: I miss home a lot
