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waffle Nov 2020
i don't know why im writing this. but i used to write every so often when i was younger.
i am turning 18.
it almost feels like a fever dream. i never felt this frightened my whole life.
is my life really starting? is this the beginning of a decade?
where am i gonna be after this? how am i gonna feel?

you see, growing up, it's that just simple.
nothing changes, and you still gotta wait for something to.
it doesn't magically happens.

and i hate waiting.
i wanna be older and free.
but, most of the time i wish life was simpler like when i was younger.
i was listening to ribs by lorde and my birthday is coming up.
waffle Jun 2020
I've always been in between life.
It's always somewhere over being
uncertain and certain,
optimistic and pessimistic,
and introverted or extroverted.

Despite all that,
there's one thing I'm sure of.
It is holding on to dear life,
going along through it.

I am nothing more than human,
but I am my own future.
carpe diem. que sera, sera.
  Apr 2020 waffle
where are we.
where did we come from.
where are we going.

we are here to learn the answer to existence.
not to fear the answer to existence.
  Apr 2020 waffle
if you can't put yourself in my position through perspective,
don't talk bad about my shoes.
waffle Feb 2020
writing about you is like
arranging the alphabet,
looking for possible
typographical error
counting the syllables,
thinking of rhymes

i dont know if i’ll ever
equate words to
how perfect you are
  Feb 2020 waffle
if they say a one-word poem,
i'll write your name...
  Feb 2020 waffle
She loves so wholly
But even god himself knows
She can’t be fulfilled
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