past tense

I think I started understanding that I lost you when I had to replace present with past tense whenever I talked about you. It wasn't until I turned "is" into "was" that I understood the weight of words. I wish I understood it before I was slapped in the face with the realization that we've… Continue reading past tense

pyromania

I think what scares me most is my addiction. Not to drugs, or touch, or cigarettes, but to the early flames of love that wither away with time. I don't say I'm addicted to love, because that would mean I stick around to experience it. No, instead, I feed on those early flames until they… Continue reading pyromania