Writing has always been my escapism. What my lips cannot say, I wrote it down. Writing offers a different kind of repose—it does not interrupt, it does not judge. It is the moment where I can express a contrasting side of my personas: my infirmity and solidity. A moment where I need not to fret of what others might think of me for this is my safe space and sanctuary.

A moment where I can breathe out from all the confusions I breathed in..

“I write entirely to find out what I’m thinking, what I’m looking at, what I see and what it means. What I want and what I fear.”

Needless to say, allow me to share with you the same comfort I obtained from writing. Let this be our medium of grasping one another, to know that someone understands what you feel.