September 2, 2013 § Leave a comment

There will be a day where I don’t have to do a 40-minute return walk to get a hug.

There will be a day where I’d be able to keep snuggling you between waking up, taking a shower, and eating a bowl of cereals, before finally dragging myself to work.

There will be such day.



May 7, 2012 § Leave a comment

I’d catch a grenade for you
but you say, then what’s the use, if you’re gonna be left alone anyway.

I’d strive to be the most
but you say, it’s not a superhero that you’re looking for.

I’d stay as long as I could wait
but you say, what seems too good to be true might truly be so.

The Unpublished Stories of the Supernumerary: Numbers

February 26, 2011 § 2 Comments

One sight.
Two beautiful eyes.
Three long talks at nights.
Four butterflies in my stomach.
Five occurrences in my dreams.
Six wishes under the stars.
Seven candles lit next to the altar.
Eight cries when you’re afar.
Nine fights of mind and heart.
Ten months passed, you’re still not here, and I still wait.


December 20, 2010 § Leave a comment

This smile is not for you. I’m not gonna lie about that, since I know for sure my heart is still in grief, suffocating from this obsession and grasping for your love. This smile is for me. For the courage to let you go. For the courage to lie that I’m okay. For the courage to still wish for you though it’s nowhere near possible.


September 21, 2010 § Leave a comment

However much you want to, some things just unchangeable. And you dream of flying while you can even barely walk. Now you still dare to say someday a “we” would refer to you and me?

The Unpublished Stories of the Supernumerary: Exodus

September 20, 2010 § Leave a comment

She fell in love. Down to the center of its core.

At first she closed her eyes, scared of how fast gravity pulled her from the exosphere, to the ground, penetrated the indelicate silicate crust, dived through the bubbling viscous stratum and finally bumped on the solid innermost rock.

Then she opened her eyes and cried. This was not the love she knew. There was no mercy, there was no blaze; there were only ache and blistering rage.

But gravity was not about to let her go. Yet. And so she stayed. Strayed.


September 18, 2010 § Leave a comment

Dear Dream, please don’t feel obliged to make me feel better. Stop trying to defend my tears against Reality. Make peace with Reality, compromise, and just tell me how truth shall be.

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