I’ve read this somewhere, this senses overload, this over stimulation of the different elements that engulfs you aboard a ferry with countless of others on their daily commute to home.
The water lapping the wind as it hits your face, whipping your hair about forcefully. Continue reading “Temples of the Chao Phraya”
The dress they made me wear was not what I had imagined. I thought I would be wearing a yellow flowered sun dress but instead here I am sitting miserably and itchy, behind the couple in front of the altar and all I wanted to do was take off this hideously laced white dress. Continue reading “5-Year Old Flower Girl Diaries”
Ana mused at the thought and shivered at the prospect of her incoming birthday. Lately, she began to fear aging because it meant getting closer to dying, an unnatural paranoia which is not quite unfounded. Continue reading “Chapter 1: Unofficial”