And it couldn’t have come at a better time — The new Medium is listening, and we are still here, with our fingers crossed. Reversing this move is seriously appreciated, and the optimist in me wants to hope for a better future — one where indie writers are valued. I’m lying in my messy bed, playing music videos on Youtube…

Rushing towards the finish line only to find an abyss — The 40-minute bus ride home sharply contrasted with the one taken the same morning, headed longingly for a euphoric escape. I felt empty inside as if I had suddenly lost all the meaning in my life and was pressed for things to think about, except the world I’d just left…

And they would like to keep on living — Three beams of light, Yellow and barely filtered, Bounce off the dilapidated concrete, On the walls surrounding me. A rooster crows at 2 a.m., Forgetting its place and time, Maybe it doesn’t want to remember, Doesn’t see the magic in the mornings. Passing cars look like ghosts, A dark mass shifting…

Unfulfilled dreams, lagging progress, and generic disappointment — I don’t know where this is going, literally. Occasionally, I read my past work at my own peril. I went back to this January today, and instead of obsessing over how I could have written it better, I came face to face with how little progress I’ve made about the…

Before reality or me has had a chance to wreck things — “I stopped enjoying it from the first bite. Instant regret.” “Same here.” I’ve been failing at my commitment to a healthy and sustainable lifestyle since 2019. There are good stretches, promising a brighter future in which I maintain an adult level of self-control. Then there’s darkness, binges, and spells of…

An end and a beginning — SOS calls go unanswered, Thought I could save myself, Avoid this place, get away somehow, But wedged in this fallen narrow crevice, Only one way to get out. Growth and self-discovery, Seem like straight paths so often, When undertaken for yourself by yourself, Without any external structure, One could always be moving in circles…

Connect over darkness, messy feelings, and faulty bits — A tiramisu accidentally packaged as a vanilla cupcake. This clever sentence is currently the top contender for my new hypothetical social media account. My first idea was to write “Basic Bitch” ironically, but it was voted down instantly by the council of me’s. No one would get it. …

On incomplete thoughts, self-doubt, and feeling like sh*t — I worry about the gap between my brows. I shouldn’t trim too much or too little. The overgrowth looks bad on my face, changing its alignment. An optimal space needs to be maintained, two parallel lines, making them look not unruly and untamed. …

One step at a time, but was it real? — Tired eyes see imaginary vertical lines, My heart pumping on overdrive, I just want to get away, So much to do, so much to fear. Another project, another excel sheet, Blank boxes, moderate sizes. …