Inside the mind of an immigrant
I don't feel hopeless. But neither do I feel hopeful. I feel nothing at all. And I don’t know what to do. I think the worst moments in life are when you feel completely numb. When your brain just shuts off to everything, including pain. Pain is good, because at least with pain you feel … Continue reading Losing the ability to feel
I thought you were healed but I didn't know I was wrong this strength I saw in you wasn't because you were strong it was because you were trying to mend yourself into the person you wanted to be but you leaned on anger and we failed to see that the cure you were searching … Continue reading Anger
I lost all my hope as failure stripped me of my pride through that sky I fell so hard that every dream broke and died. The ambition that once held me slowly threw me down I took those shattered seeds of my dreams and buried them on this ground. Failure dragged me away and defeat … Continue reading Seed of dreams
People come to New York with dreamsI came with nightmares. Coming to America wasn't all smiles and laughter and all those other soft and mushy things. It was more of crying, breaking and a lot of fear wrapped in confusion. There were a lot of breakdowns, a lot of burning bridges for the second time. … Continue reading Moving to NYC
It was when I could not take it anymore I yanked my heart out of my chest and placed it in my palm. Why are you like this? I asked, trying to stay calm. You’ve put me through so much chaos my heart silently wailed and you ask me what is wrong you’re the one … Continue reading I quit