it’s becoming apparent

that anxiety has manifested.

heart pounding against ribs,

hearing every beat,

clouded with thoughts,

crying on my bed, sobs.


somebody, anybody

pull me up, help me

i cry into the lonely scenery

as i sink into this pit of self pity.


i know i know 나도 알어

it’s not healthy at all.

how to suppress it all

when the quick sand slowly

devours my sanity.


free hugs

Those unshed tears hold unspoken words.

I know, I understand,

and I won’t speak a word about it.

Instead, let me hold you, hug you, heal you.

All you need is

love, hope and a being.

here’s a midweek virtual hug

skeptic. critic.

too much of a skeptic

too much of a critic

shouldn’t expect everyone to get it

if my words are cryptic

i tried to

help myself

hold on to myself.

but efforts were in vain.

so is this why people believe in a higher power

so that they can have hope in this selfish world

but a critic and skeptic i remain

until i gain new knowledge again