candleburn

I remember how fear had a hard grip on my life. I like to think about it in the past tense as if I could get over that fear or as if had gotten over it already. Never actually ever managing to really stop feeling fear or being fearful. I recall traveling to London for the first time, Most people thought that I must have been thrilled or in awe, but all I could feel is fear. It was a distant feeling, but I still could feel its presence. On my third day in London, I was walking and appreciating the local street shops, and talking to my friends about most random subjects. The first time I felt real fear was when I have entered a candy shop. I was overly joyous. It was late, perhaps after 6 PM. The shop was located on one of the busiest streets near the Camden market and there were many other open shops around. The street was bustling with crowds that were intrigued by the local goods as presented on the shops’ window display. As I entered the shop, I made sure

"Thirty is not the new 20, so claim your adulthood:  1. Get some identity capital . 2. Use your weak ties . 3. Pick your family .  Don't be defined by what you didn't know or didn't do.  You're deciding your life right now ."

Lost inside my head. Utter confusion. It can seem that there's an entire day full of possibilities, but once you start to check off tasks from the daily mental checklist, it seems like you will never be able to get to the 2nd or 3rd item on the list, as the 1st item execution drains out your energy entirely. During work hours, I have managed to escape this beast that was tantalizing me on my days off. At work, it seemed like I was doing fine, I could focus on the daily tasks and finish most of them by the end of the day. Maybe in retrospect, I was not doing so well, I felt always so self-conscious and my clients managed to push me to my limits. I remember numerous occasions on which I raised my voice during conversations on the phone, which was not at all typical, and there were times I was crying the entire conversation and trying miserably to disguise it. Going forward, I was trying to analyze and understand what it is. I was scrolling through my Pinterest app, looking

Muster the courage Is what you told me “I wish I had the strength” My mouth murmured I wish I could get out From the darkness I am being weaved to I wish to erase my harried face from your memory just erase it all No matter how small Or big it seemed I want to start again The confused heartbeat silently beating to your harsh words Yes I have plunged into the depths of the sea afraid of divulging what I tried hard to never confide I wish I could get out From the hell that I gently sank into Your look pierced hard through my flesh but I’ve never moved forward I felt that yet another storm was impending to make my confused heartbeat beat harder to make me stray away I longed for a fresh start for my heartbeats to follow yours longed to erase my harried face longed to confide in you to find hope

I remember being a 16-year-old girl, I was in the tenth grade. I can still recall it was the beginning of summer. It was during July of 2007 when I saw my first Korean tv show. Growing up I was an avid tv watching teenager. Having watched numerous Argentian tv shows over the years, such as “Chiquititas” and “Rebelde way”. It was not foreign to me to watch shows in a different language, I get accustomed to it and liked it. I think it was a friend that recommended me to watch “Coffee Prince”. It was starring Gong Yoo and Yoon Eun-Hye. Being a girl I fell for Gong Yoo charms a big time. The storyline was a typical rom-com, a girl falls for a guy and of course, there are a few subplots in between to make it intriguing: Yoon Eun Hye’s character was dressed as a boy in order to get the job of a barista at a local coffee shop that hires males only. While working at the coffee shop she falls for her strict boss — Gong Yoo’s character. The show ended, and I didn’t have any i

Rummaging through my soul Remembering the misconstrued words You have always sounded ingenious Wording your observations  after a long consideration It was my fault  my mind grasped them as messages of reassurance I become hopeful again Never considering to look sideways  Where your heart was beating along to someone else's The truth Followed by a despair Something broke inside beyond any repair I tried to look for a reason it tore me apart Once It felt like  my heart was moved by you albeit, it might have been a very short voyage The truth cropped up on me jolted me forward It didn't scare me Nor did it make me intrigued It was me that averted my eyes from the truth You were never mine, to begin with