Rigor Samsa

The next time your eyes would meet mine The next time I would hear your sighs The next time our skin would touch I hope for nothing But dead stars. Let there be dead stars For the fires to turn to embers. And slowly, please, for the embers to turn to ashes. And then, finally, hopefully, please, I beg of you, for the ashes to turn into nothing. This one's inspired by Paz Marquez Benitez's Dead Stars. I wrote this a year already but idk, just wanted to share to everyone! :)

Recently I came across this wonderful Youtube channel called The School of Life. During downtime, or just when I need to rest from finishing academic requirements from medical school, I go to this channel and just watch their videos. Their videos are very informative and well-made with a a very wide range of topics. My favorite thus far are those from the Philosophy collection in which they show not only Western ones we've been hearing about our entire lives but also the Eastern ones. They have this video on Wabi-sabi, a concept from Daoism, which means imperfection. And being fine with this because the truth is, there is beauty in brokenness and imperfection. One must not be frustrated with being imperfect. One should accept this as a normal part of life and use it: use the natural flow of imperfection to live meaningful lives. I think having this mindset is completely appropriate to our lives now, with the constant battle with expectations of efficiency and productivity. It w...

I remember I wrote a reflection paper back in college for our English 12 class. It was about our hobbies, our personalities, and the different things we were interested in. I was so nervous as I was writing this paper because it was one of my first written requirements in college. And so I wrote there all the things that I do and the different ‘versions’ of me. I started with me being a public health enthusiast, and this was my reason why decided to stay in Health Sciences. I also wrote how I am a lover of music and the Arts, which is manifested by me playing the violin and drawing, reading and writing poetry, painting, and doing different crafts in my spare time. In addition, I love staying healthy and I am a fan of sports. I wrote how I have been a swimmer since I was five years old, and how I have tried different kinds of sports. In terms of my relations with the people around me, I described how I am different when I am with my parents compared to when I am with my friends. Both o...

Extensions 1,2, 3, I confess that I have this obsession to clinging onto something, even long after it’s supposed to be over Because of the ever-recurring what ifs Persistent, lingering maybes 4, 5, Just a little bit longer 6, 7, Just for a little while. 8, His voice haunts me, as I try to sense a little bit of chance Maybe, just maybe, even just a weak gesture How long have you been waiting? Just a few more incidences, just a little while longer in this silence. For how much longer will I still wait? 9, Savoring every second left in the long overdue deadline I have set. Vainly. Prolonged. Deliberately, tirelessly, pathetically extended for years. 10, Until when will I endure? 5, Can you feel that? Can you hear that? Listen to the aspirations in this sphere of silence I have long been in. The silence I am still in. I chose to be in. But, hear hear, slowly, the thuds are becoming-- becoming faint beats. The screams to wh...