The Light, The Dark and The Inbetween

 

I've been working on this book since 2019 and I know it's taking me a long time to complete. Work kept getting in the way, and most days I just didn't have the energy to work on the book or anything else really. 

My burnout took a toll on me and most days I wish I could recover fully so I could enjoy all the little things again. 

The pandemic is not making the situation any better. I honestly enjoy taking time off work and explore other countries. I particularly love Indonesia. I anticipate WeTheFest every year because it's so freeing to be dancing and screaming on top of your lungs. I also loved collecting photographs that I probably never looked at again. I wish the world can heal faster so we all can be together again. 

In this book, I decided to share all my prose, poems, and thoughts about my past. I am never really good at writing happy thoughts or happy poems, but I'm going to try so when you read it, you'll know that I've been planting hope for myself for years. For some reason, I want to give my all in this book, and I want to leave the reader with an emotion, or a wave of emotions. I want someone to feel less lonely in their struggle because someone like me had gone through it, and someone like me would like to offer a piece of hope. 

I'm going to make this book so imperfect that it's going to be so average and so normal that it almost feels like you're getting to know me in person. So here's a piece in the book, just so you know I write this way sometimes: 

Here, 

You tell me that's where we met

Here, 

Dark, quiet parking lot

You whisper in my ear

Here, 

In between your eyes

I point at your nose

Here,

You say my name

swoon me over

Here,

is one memory

for the voice, I thought

I'd forgotten