All that I ask.

Was for someone to overlook my odd demeanour, someone to accept my insecurities, someone to embrace my flaws, (as I will with you) someone to share memories with,

Childhood Revisited

It’s always the weird things that get me all emotionally riled up. Whether it’s seeing ice cream on the ground (not mine, of course) or just old grandparents trekking about; something about the loss of energy, weariness, and oblivious feel of tangible items that just makes me sad. I was on a skytrain heading downtown…

Are you a reason, a season, or a lifetime?

So today, I was chatting up with a close friend about some pretty personal stuff and she mentions this “Reason, season, lifetime” poem that I should probably read. As I was reading this, some people came to my mind, but it was actually very difficult to think of specific people for each category. What worried…