A Series of Doors

"If Yesterday Stood Before You, What Would You Do?" 

If you had sixty borrowed seconds

to meet someone from the past,
who would it be and why?

I’d journey through time
to meet the one who gave me up in favor of my two brothers.

I’ll gently touch her face,
smile, and say,
"Thank you."

Then, I’ll drop a dance move
like I’m Lisa from BlackPink,
and evaporate like magic.

I wouldn’t just visit the past—
I’d rewrite its emotional script.
With a dramatic exit.

That, my friend,
is how you haunt it.
Instead of letting it haunt you. 😉

"The Unspoken Apology"

My biological father studied my face before saying, ‘Why didn’t you blame me?'

"Why I Never Answered—Until Now"

I held this question for years. Untouched, like a letter never opened. Why? Because a child is not born to justify a parent's choices. The blame was never mine to carry. 

I entered this world with a pacifier, not a therapist’s degree!

"Where Seriousness Slips on a Banana Peel"

In my world, seriousness is a locked door, and non-seriousness is kicking it down with style. Everything drifts—like clouds, thoughts, and my ability to act like an adult. And with that, seriousness blocks me, deletes our chat, and starts a new life in Bali. It doesn’t argue. It doesn’t fight. It just quits like me after one push-up. 🤭

 

"I won’t just love you in your darkest times—I’ll help you find the light in them."