Ghost of my imagination

sometimes, your face just appears before me. recently you're always laughing.

that same sheepish laughter when we spent our long mrt/bus rides home. that twinkle in your eye. I don't remember our conversations anymore, but I remember always being comforted by them, knowing someone has a similar thought process. I am grateful for that short one and half years.

sometimes my heart aches, but mostly i'm filled with bittersweet warmth. as I add another year I think of how you're still 14, but I like to think of how you've grown with me.


and some things don't change, even if everything else does.

Mourn what could have been

It's so upsetting, for life with so much potential, to be robbed off so easily.

I've followed her since she was so young, and she's not much older now. But she's gone.

#RIPChristinaGrimmie you've gone home.