Zozo's

  I have a master’s degree and a NET and I still need to learn to cook and clean. No, let me back it up, I have a bachelor’s degree, a master’s degree and NET and yet, I still need to cook and clean. Mind you, it is not as uptight and vague as it sounds, sure I sound lazy but here it goes, the standard of learning to cook and clean is different for men and women in a Mizo society. To be precisely deep, when a boy learns to cook and clean, he is learning to be independent and capable enough to handle himself and his resources in a society that shall help him to be a reliable man and companion. When a girl learns to cook and clean, it is not for herself but for the woman she is becoming to be. When a girl learns to cook and clean, she is doing it for her family and for the sanctity of being the good and ideal daughter, she is still needed to perform traditional duties because getting good marks isn’t enough for her to be a good child within the society, traditional values that is f...

"city of stars and dreams, come see me take my withering soul out of the abyss and drench my thirst love my weary earthly body with thy warmth and beauty come fill this restless mind with thy bouts of intellect and wit clean this soul with thy holiness and sanctitude" i lie on the kitchen floor withered as i look on hopelessly  searching and searching staking myself in the heart like the undead living but not alive i ground my sadness and filth onto the city of stars and dreams i lay on the maggot filled bed, unable to sleep the remains of my parents putrid and stinging to the senses i slap, scratch and sock so i could be able to rest, for once.  i filled my dreams with creatures who horrify and unsettle but finding myself a home in their loneliness their sharp teeth filled with blood, bile and filth their stench and reeking scent i find myself belonging to them more than i ever did here.

my beloved, take me into your arms while I unravel in your quiet, this life of guilt and salt-stained breath has little left to hold, except the moment your warmth bleaches the grey from my bones. I ache. I yearn. I beg. let your brightness swallow my shadow, let your holiness slip beneath my skin until the weight of this flesh loosens and the hurt stops naming me. love me gently, with the patience of something eternal. kiss the tremor out of my mouth, drink my tears like confession, and rinse the ache from my trembling ribs. I ache for you. I yearn for you. I beg for you. not as a saint, not as salvation, but as the only tenderness left that I still know how to believe in.

I had a dream where I got depressed again. depressed to the point where I spiralled out of control, and, as expected, everyone ostracised me for it. I dreamt of being sidelined, rejected, as though my illness were an inconvenience they had finally grown tired of tolerating. In the dream, I lied to escape things, and people called me out for it. They said not to use my illness as an excuse. The suffocation came back. The exhaustion I know too well returned, wrapping itself around me like an old enemy. When I woke up, I felt more tired than before I slept. Sometimes, it’s hard to distinguish my reality from my fantasies not that my fantasies contain rainbows or unicorns. They are filled with scorn and rejection, a mirror-world where my fears thrive even when nothing real has happened. Sometimes, I think I shouldn’t have been born at all that I should have died inside my mother’s womb. A harsh thought. A selfish one, perhaps. But it comes, uninvited. I miss the little girl I once was the ...

domain of escapade  the trickery of loki  going under the pretense of a peaceful stream  i hold ye in my arms and close to my heart you clung to me as i got breathless  you suffocate me you hurt me, my love.  you plunge your knife into my chest further the more i bled, the more you smile my pain becomes your happiness everything becomes grey and I lose my senses  am i catastrophising again?  alas, my greatest love it hurts.. as the knife plunges even further into my bleeding chest  i held my last breath as I scream inwards  "i hope to see you in hell" 

hey there, why do you do this to yourself?  why would you throw yourself out and act the fool?  i ought to scald you  i ought to scratch you  keep fucking up. i dare you. keep fucking up.  but why.... why.... why...would you do this to yourself?  have you no grace for yourself?  have you no shame? love yourself more...please smile by yourself more  why are always so lonely?  is your loneliness infectious? why do you spread your disease like a vermin you pest. colour yourself brown because that's what you ought to be  a nobody.  please... please... be nice to me be kind to me be good to me why can't people just be kind??? why is the world such a horrible place? i ought to burn you to death  i ought to torture you until you feel every inch of pain I have felt all my life. but...please be kind to me. please be kind. even if I'm not worthy.