august, a season of renewing, of rebirth.

i used to look in the mirror, sparkling eyes staring back at me. now, all i see is someone who can't find peace with all of her ghosts. i am tired.

Confusion is a powerful weapon, for it reduces man to the instincts of a predator.

the world is tearing itself apart, and i am sad.

I will spend my whole life finding places for my soul to rest

Paper cranes carried on a fading breeze

expectations destroy reality before it has the chance to form.

I’ve always thought September is too pretty a word for the end of summer

We proudly claim slavery is abolished, but i see it everywhere -- A woman beckons the cleaner to clear her table, A child orders her maid to bring her water, A businessman demands too much of his partners, A leader judges only by measurable reward for himself.

We are very charming and very exhausted and very deep and very lost; summer in one brain hemisphere, winter in the other.

The business world is cruel, and I'm just disappointed that it is almost a necessity to survive.

Synchronized chaos of our traumas.

today, i am going to keep searching for rare flowers beneath all this quietness

where is the kindness, the love, the very emotions that separate humans from mere beasts?

The world began to end and my mother bought a pink suit from Dior. It was quieter than you would think, was the end of the world, and the suit was a sweet blush-coloured dream, fine sleek lines, immaculate hems, and silk stitches precise enough to hold back even the end of days.

"What if she says no?" asked the boy, and the old man smiled, "best not live scared of thorns or you'll never find a rose."

All bravery does is convince others you're okay.

In the past, coming-of-age ceremonies were an honour, something to celebrate. Boys went on their first hunt. Girls began to help care for the community. Now, you have come of age if you've witnessed hatred and despair, if you've struggled to pay the bills, or loved and lost.

there's no one you can trust, the wolves are in sheepskin and the sheep have thrown themselves off a cliff

I'm tired.