You & A Dream

The truth is I don’t remember my eyes shutting or how I entered this other world where fantasy and reality swirl in dizzying speeds but this road leads me on and on until I saw you coming along for the ride I had grown so used to that my own subconscious keeps a little fragment…

Guilt-Free Fatigue

Hello, it’s me. After dusting the cobwebs off this musty writing space, I bring back from my adventures outside, a bag full of emotional burdens. What’s new? While I was away from my blog, I worked full-time as a copywriter for a particular brand, so I stopped writing, but I never really did, if this…

Dear Anne Frank

Where do I even begin — how do I even start? I passed by Pim’s warehouse back in April, but I was convinced that until I had read your diary, I would not step foot into the Secret Annexe. 340 pages later, I am glad I made that decision; I doubt I would have been…