but then i couldn't breathe.
"do you still love me?"
"yes. yes. i still love you."
"but why? but why?"
"because your ocean-null breath
is only a facet of how you breathe.
your skin is an organ
and it
breathes, too."


i promised you the world.do you remember the day we ate tuna fish sandwiches behind the all-night diner on the corner of first and seventh street? do you remember the day i wrapped a lily into your strands, kissed your forehead and told you i wished we could stay here forever? do you remember the day you left, and i screamed at the sky cap to let me under the plane with all the luggage?i promised you the world.
he said no because it was too dangerous without barely being able to breathe. but without you, the air is stale, so not being able to breathe would only be a minor setback. i remember the way your polyester sweater scratched roughly against your skin in protest to peeling


the eighteenth of may.she died and this is the only thing i have of hers. it is her pajama dress with her name, yuk sin, printed beautifully on the front. the dress is red and cotton. it smells of time, mango-scented pies and chinese herb perfumes. it feels like her skin and it scratches mine at the memory of her existence. she breathed and slept in this dress. this is where she dreamt, and this is where i dream.the eighteenth of may.
i remember the day she got into that stroke-induced car accident. i remember how we all mourned for months and months. i remember coming home from school on that day, a few days after her birthday, and whispering into the phone how much i lo


i see everything in your eyes.we are made of plastic lips, recycled ringlets, cold skin and wire mesh hearts. our eyes are always open too wide because they believe we need to take in the world more. we cannot blink because they think we will lose concentration. when i was younger, i used to take pride in my skin and polish it often in the moonlight. but now, i have realised that no one looks at me any more because i am not new. i am older and so are you.i see everything in your eyes.
unlike me, you've found a way to break away from their spell and make your plastic bones into calcium-filled. your inspiration comes from those words upperclassmen have written about you on the third stall
| - i reside in that crab-apple depression, trying to capturing that joy you felt on that day in a bottle. - i am sixteen going on seventeen and i want to fall deeply in love with the pacific ocean and never fall out because you are all i want. - my interests include [writing] prosetry, the seven seas, wanderlust, iran, pakistan, afghanistan, india, arabic, capturing the world through a love-littered lens, acquiring knowledge, the enlightenment, south africa, and your ocean, null breath. - my dislikes are war, inequality, organized religion, and your moon lover. - i am spiritual and not religious. - my favourite poet is whitman. he is fantastic. |
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how are you? <3
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*fluff* how are you?
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i'm doing well. i have a huge biology test tomorrow on the chesapeake bay. x__e;
how is school treating you? C:
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It's being good so far.
although, final exams are coming up.................
o.o
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