some nights I go to bed with a heavy heart;
drowned in thoughts of utter disgust
I can't bare to take a peek at the mirror,
for all I see is nothing but dust

some mornings I awake fresh and confident,
silky hair and sparkly eyes; the day is mine.
with my chin raised and chest stuck out,
I grace the place with my smile ablaze

I... feel beautiful.
hold on, the night draws and the day passes
I'm back to where I am
so tell me, who am I?

I am both; the day and the night
but may my nights turn to days
and may my tears be extinct
for I, am coming Home.

I am beautiful.

– 1.9.14

joyce foo*,
that's what they call you
oh honey,
now we all know your love for food
and your joyful nature
only because you're (joy)ce (foo)d.

“there,
she lays still.
just as the sun sets and rises,
so does she;

her mind whispers “intertwined”
her emotions;
perplexed

she breathes.
with those big dreams,
she wonders and wanders.
shortsighted and obscured,
muddled thoughts.
selfish,
she was selfish.”