I was here 

I was here. 

Gayle Formann

Cody’s bestfriend Meg was found dead in a motel. Meg drinks some industrial poison and ends her life. This event comes hard to Cody as she was the most important person in her life. With grief and pain locked in her heart, she sets to find the answers on why Meg killed herself and why did she never share the pain. In the journey she comes face to face with a different side of Meg that she was unaware about. The hidden truths unhinges with blames pouring down the holes. Continue reading “I was here “

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The river sounded like AM station, whistling and rumbling on its own. Thoughts of many passed while it carried the souls of people in love, pain and shame. In all of the things and meta-things it carried, I still found it beautiful. It transmitted many secrets and yet whistled it to itself. The skies circulated beyond the hills were depressing because it seemed so calm like moments before a hurricane. Continue reading “Paragraph 57: “

Journal on Passion Workshop

Passion Workshop: The Silent Conversation.

Venue: Zoo Coffee, Tao Jin, Guangzhou.

Date: 2017-06-19

Speaker: Ariana Lombardi (Poet and Artist)

I went to this Silent Conversation workshop on Monday, all by myself. I deserve a round of applause because I normally don’t perform these kinds of stunts especially when I know there are going to be people I have never seen. New people frighten me a lot. The venue was about 20 min walk from my house, only if you walk fast but anyway I took a bus. This Passion Workshop was organized by Global Friendship, a group started by foreigner living in Guangzhou with a purpose of finding artistic something. Continue reading “Journal on Passion Workshop”

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You smile and I have lost the last piece of grip I had held to. I had seldom tasted anything this mouth numbing. You smell like the daisies in the early spring and taste like fine wine poured right out the barrel. I surrender to your breath and melt with your voice. My heart races and all I hope is that you don’t hear it. You look at me with mischiefs planned in your head. Continue reading “Paragraph 56:”

The Year I Met You.

We are too busy in running the race of the world that most of us have no idea about what they want in their life or what they want out of life. We are just chasing it until someone asks us to stop. Then, when we stop and look around we don’t exactly know where we belong. Life is too hectic these days that the surrounding keeps changing yet we never seem to notice the change.

Continue reading “The Year I Met You.”

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I’ll tell you, I really haven’t mastered the art of self-love.

The surreal thoughts dancing in my head hasn’t stopped

waking me in the middle of the night. But I am trying,

I’ve been trying. Even though my insecurities are binding up,

I am accounting the fact that makes me different. Continue reading “Paragraph 54:”

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