Rage Out

I remember the days I used to care, so much for you, her, him, them, us. Throwing my heart out for the sake of keeping yours safe. What a waste. These days I can’t recall how it was like to feel, to grasp emotions like I should. Where’s my heart at? Which dumpster should I…

The Thing about the Wolf

I wouldn’t call it a privilege, or even say “it was an honor” to have known her. I wouldn’t remember her without feeling nauseated, knowing in what kind of light I had looked upon her. The wolf in beautiful white, angelic fur, calling herself a godsend. Meanwhile making the victim look like a bloody wolf,…

Ungodly Hours

Sometimes I woke up like this, somewhat suffocated, terrified of what couldn’t be seen with naked eyes. Some ungodly hours charmed me into a page of madness. The night before I had placed my phone right next to my pillow. I liked to keep it close, as my roommate wouldn’t be pleased waking up to…

Traveling at Night in the Streets of Paris

By Daniella D. I am here once again. It seems like I was just here yesterday, stuffing myself with the most delicious croissants in the world while being too lazy to venture out to explore this magnificent touristic overrated city called Paris. One reason why? The piercing, permeating cold was just too much for my…