Category: Grieve

Dried up

Death is like a breakup. Survivors are thirsty. Desires confused with memories long for a place to be. Something stays incomplete. — Today I am mending my heart, knowing I’ll soon hand the keys of my family house to the buyers. I spent most of the afternoon inside this place where I grew up, collecting garbage to toss.  And I…

Twelve years after I still miss you

I once read about a writer who went to assist an autopsy. All her life she had been an atheist but having seen all the tiny connections of a dead human body ‘made her rethink about the possibility of an existing God‘ – she wrote. We are literally inhabiting a magical box. I remember the morning after we buried my mom. I woke up,…

Change always comes when you forget its existence

I read my last blog post while a shy smile appears on my face. I feel that in a mere temporal space of 20 days, my life has literally been thrown inside a washing machine while the spinning button is stuck on the maximum power. I am writing through a new, acquired Lenovo laptop and next to it there are…

An email that I will never send

Dear friend, It’s funny as you are not my friend, you’ve never been. I don’t have words for you. I have been putting random words on this piece of an e-paper for the past 60 seconds, but the reality is that I will never write to you because I don’t have anything to say to you. The me of today,…