People always question death. Does it hurt? Is there life after death? Heaven? Or Hell? God or the devil? I like to think of it a little bit differently. I respect your opinions. Just wanted to share mine with you. Maybe I can help you see things with a brighter light. Maybe this is just an ordinary fantasy story for you. I am sorry if there are mistakes in this story. I am writing it quite late and spontaneously- please don't judge. :) To the loved ones, who we lost. May we celebrate your lives and hope you rest in peace. xx

they're very short i promise

Words that fill my brain, while I lie staring at a bright screen, with a red filled arrow beside your name.

she would wait and wait for him to finally come back, each midnight writing a note she knew he would never read, because she would never send them.

poetry by a person that's afraid of people. 12/23/15- #1 in poetry

in which a girl writes letters to her best friend with cancer, that she won't send until all the envelopes are filled.

the day i had become stuck with him was the day the countdown had begun.

and in the end, there was only her