Hanahaki Disease

Does it hurt to love someone?

"Only if they don't love you back."

Adults and Carnival Rides

I went to a carnival once 

It has all the amazing rides

From ferris wheels to rollercoasters, 

It was such a sight 

I toured myself around, 

Past the faces of blurred identities 

Television noises surrounding the area and excited screams were heard 

As the coaster went down and up, when the ferris wheel took them to the highest point 

Children gleefully riding 

The smiling horses of a merry-go-round 

Which resembled a music box I used to dream of having, back when I was younger

Everything was bliss 

Cotton candy was stuffed inside mouths and popcorn was served 

Endless amusement surged through every border 

Magic tricks performed at the corner of my eye

I walked along with a ticket in one hand 

Until I reached the exit 

I went out disappointed

The Theorist

The Theorist

Silence befell the room as two figures stood in contemplation.

"I'm sorry." He began.
"No, no, don't be!" She said and continued, "You see, I have this theory that the people I love will someday leave and will always hurt me."

She turned to face him and smiled. "So thank you for proving me right."

A Writer's Fear

"There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed." - Ernest Hemingway

The other day, I was strolling around the bookstore and  saw the ever-growing amount of poetry and prose-filled books. I picked one up and scanned its contents.

'Not bad.' I thought and proceeded to skim through another.

Before long, I had already picked several books, all of which contained various emotions poured out by its respective writer. Every page turned felt like a story connecting the previous entry.

All books I've scanned were great, yet I didn't purchase any.

Perhaps it's a matter of pride or even of selfishness but I exited the bookstore empty-handed, which was rare since I always stocked up on notebooks and mechanical pencil refills or, in some occasions, a good book to read during bedtime. The only item the trip to the bookstore gave me was a river of thoughts, continuously flowing until I reached the door to my apartment.

'How will I reach out to the readers? Are my works even worth it? What can I do to make mine stand out?'

This kind of writing has become mainstream. I shouldn't bother publishing. I shouldn't bother even thinking about the decreased impact of words due to the influx of this writing style.

I shouldn't worry. I shouldn't, I shouldn't, I shouldn't.
I fell asleep sometime 2 o'clock in the morning just thinking about it.