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“Everything is just an illusion,” he said, smiling at me. The wind on a 16-story building was cold and strong that it almost blew me off my feet. He leaned against the railing and looked at the people below. I followed.
None of them could notice us and take even a short glance.
“They don’t care about the people around them, including us. Because we are not part of their world. They go on with their lives thinking that each day is different and new but the truth is, they just go around in circles. They are bound to do certain things, and discard those that they are not made for.”
I stared at him and he returned my gaze.
“You know what? I want to be a bird. I believe I can do it. If I won’t try to fly then I wouldn’t know, right?”
He stood on the railing, tiptoed. He closed his eyes and spread his arms.
He let the wind blew him away, and fell head first.
Now, people took notice of him. He has become a part of their illusion, something that is hard to forget. Everyone below paused. Mouths were open but there was no sound. Eyes stare blank, like machines that hang from a glitch.
I wish he really became a bird in his illusion.
But in mine, he was just a rotten egg who thought he became a chick.
An now his yolk is spilling on the streets.


featured photo: Artwork by Asano Inio

The Kiss

He kissed me on the forehead.

It wasn’t a kiss to say “Goodbye, I love you”, but “I’m sorry, I thought I love you”.

He looked me in the eye as tears flowed carelessly down my cheeks. All I could see was remorse in him as he wiped away my tears and tried to hush me.

“No, don’t touch me,” I said as I dodged his hands that kept on reaching out for my cheeks. I tried to laugh, acted as if it’s just fine, as if it’s easy to chug down his hundreds of I’m sorry’s after taking in the hundreds of I love you’s – like finishing a whole jar of honey and gnawing at a whole bitter melon right after.

“Will you forgive me?” he asked.
“Do you think I could?” I replied.

The questions were left unanswered.



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Forget Me

Forget me,

And the first day your eyes met mine;

Like you’ve seen the universe in it

And your world that only exists with me.


Forget me,

And my voice that echoes in your mind;

The hum I make for you was a lullaby

And my laugh that also makes you laugh.


Forget me,

And the way you sniff my fragrant hair;

The scent of my clothes you always adore

And your face moving close to my neck.


Forget me,

And the way you held my small hands –

Being careful not to break my little bones;

And trace their veins that lead to nowhere.


Forget me,

And the way our lips move against each other –

Sharing the thoughts unspeakable in words

And only “I love you” revolves around the room.


Forget me,

Close your eyes and erase me from your memory –

Never reminisce our the tragic story of you and me

So I can forget you as well and never come back.


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The girl who looked for love

She was walking alone on a road. Her eyes were looking at far away and her feet were heading to nowhere. She walked sluggishly, feeling her shoes graze against the cemented path, listening to the rustling dried leaves on the ground. Wind blew past her, and it caused the turmoil in her copper-colored hair and the frills of her skirt to dance. She fixed her hair and placed the strands behind her ears. The clouds moved away, revealing the soft light of the morning sun, stinging her eyes and caused a tear to roll down her cheeks. Continue reading The girl who looked for love