September 08, 2018 Marsya Iskandar
I took the stairs, two at a time. Bolted into my bedroom and locked the door shut behind me. With my back against the wall, sliding down to the floor, I felt dreamy. Maybe this is what it feels like to be high on drugs? It was raining outside. I peeled off my soaked clothes down from my dirty skin....
October 20, 2017 Marsya Iskandar
So let me tell you about the time that the air harassed my lungs and it got harder to breathe. I keep thinking of the times I can't feel them slipping off my grasp until they're too far gone and it's just too late to stop everything going into motion. What was then an arm's reach is now no longer...