He was a billionaire, I was a bellboy, can I make it anymore obvious? It all started one fateful afternoon in summer of 2012. I was working as a bellboy at the Trump Hotel in Hong Kong on an internship program. This was my first time in a big city. It was all I could have ever dreamed of, and more. But little did I k...
A collection of poems about letting go of someone once loved, of allowing them to spread their wings and fly on their own. Dedicated to the one who I must let go of my love for, the one who I know will never be mine; to the one who will now take flight, free at last of me and my love. I wish you the best on your jour...
Not a happy ending. Nor novel structured. Neither predictable, not quite relatable. Let your mind wander, and your imagination run away with you. Because baby, we are at the end of the world.