Hope you have room

of all things, a song from a Norwegian teen drama, Skam, is giving me all the feels.

I hope you have room, I hope you have room
I come all alone and without any load
You can tell me when I have to straighten up and put me in place
If you find a window for me

Demon at the doorstep

Some demons from years passed are creeping into my conscious. I do not know why, only that they are back with a vengeance.

I only hope I have the strength to keep them at bay, or maybe not at all and end it once and for all.

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.