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"I wonder if I've been changed in the night? Let me think. Was I the same when I got up this morning? I almost think I can remember feeling a little different. But if I'm not the same, the next question is 'Who in the world am I?' Ah, that's the great puzzle!" - Alice, Alice In Wonderland.
The bird

A bird that has first learnt flight, refuse to be tied down . 
Flying upwards, wings worn out. 
Weatherbeaten, perched on a branch, look towards the sun for warmth. 
Fuzzy, gentle, all encompassing. 
Yet, the warmth turns to heat, and heat to destruction. 
Reality hits ,
 Gentleness on the surface, 
     Erodes with time,
          Home-run, that is, for the sun. 

Anxiety, frustration.

Anxiety.
It's a familiar stranger that knocks at your door in times of stress.
It'll linger there, calling out to you.
You can't hide from it. It chooses when to appear, and when to go.

Frustration comes with it.
They're a couple.
You see, they can't leave each other alone.

Day and night, they'll be asking you to open up.
Even if you don't, their noise gets to you.


After thoughts

It scares me to think how hearts can change,
How love can fade,
And fires losing its blaze.

But I know,
I know for sure.
Your place in my heart stays.

Strong, unshakable if you will,
Promise to remain still.

Still with movements,
That brings us to new horizons.

I;
Remember your sacrifices,
Admire your traits,
Mull over you.

I wish, hope, pray,
That we'll stay as we,
And stand the tests of time.

A piece of stone.

She took it out of her and glanced at it.
Looks rotten, dark, like a piece of chipped coal.
Swinging her hands, she threw it away.

Someone else walked by and picked it up.
That person saw a piece of pink crystal,
Glistening when sun rays bounced off it.

"Who would throw this away?"

People view things differently.

Doubt.

How do I even begin?
Call it a quarter life crisis maybe.

I'm starting to doubt people whom I consider as friends.
I see how my friends change, especially when they are in relationships.
I feel betrayed.

It's bad how for years you believe in something your friends never did take seriously- but you did.
It's almost like I've been conned.

Oh we should do that together. 
I believed. Saved.
It didn't happen.

People turn into what they first believe they would not become.
I see now that many of us have.
Many, just give in to a relationship's unreasonable demands.

Bros before hoes.
I do believe in that.
And I do believe not many can achieve that.
I've seen it, far too often, in girls.

It's strange. I feel detached, disconnected whenever a person gets attached and starts losing their thoughts.
It's like I never knew this person my whole life.
And then, when they break up, the person I once knew returns.
It's exhausting.
It's exhausting pretending to be fine with people who get caught up with emotions and lose logic.

Honestly, feeling of being betrayed- overwhelming.
Disappointed.
Ah, then I think to myself, consider yourself stupid for even treating them true.

Freedom.

Finally, freedom.

But, I want to travel, though I am restricted.
It is the only bad thing when a relationship cannot be acknowledged.

Intern-shit

Internship is draining the life out of me.
I'm working under a boss who thinks she knows it all,
Who insults your achievements.
A boss who implied that I should not be upset even if my family member dies.

I dread work every week.
I pretend to be happy at work, and oblivious to the ongoing politics.
I dislike the work culture, double standards and hypocrisy.

But I can't leave.
Not till near the end of February.

It's killing me slowly, bit by bit.
It has been some time since I've felt like this, so pained. 
So...fake.
So plastic.

And it doesn't help that people tell me I can meet worse bosses in life.
It's making me feel so jaded.

It is probably years ago that I dread something so much.
I forge no real friendships and I paint on a smile everyday.
You know why makeup's necessary? It's for occasions like this when you have to fake your happiness.

It's killing me.