Won’t be Seventeen Forever

It is exactly 24 days before I officially make my way to adulthood – turn eighteen; an age that I have been looking forward to and have been dreading –┬áboth at the same time. I would be lying if I said that the 17 years that I have existed for were uneventful. They were a whirlwind. Unlike most, I do not regret falling in love at such a young age. I do not regret the pain post the heartbreak. I do not regret hunting people, or being hunted myself.

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One Morning

Yes, you spent weeks rearranging your heart, making room for him to stay. Yes, his volatile love dissipated into thin air, as quickly as it had encroached his fickle mind. Now, you don’t know what to do with the empty space he left behind him. This is the thing about endings. You never know when they’re going to blind your entire existence with the drunken memories of a person long gone.
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