'To all the missing people we once knew, hope you smile as widely as you once used to.'
Trigger warning: This story contains mention of suicide ideation and self-harm tendencies.
Of long conversations over a sugary cup of tea and mellow afternoons extending into starry, melancholic nights.
'Each day I wake up to resist the erasure of memory.'
A poem in memory of my long-lost close friend.
A poem on the relativity of ageing.
'A deafening silence has taken over, it's too suffocating to stand in here.'
An attempt to understand my grandmother's struggles with dementia.
'Wisteria and roses die. Words get lost in translation. But memories don't.'