Learning #calligraphy recently. Decided to do one of my own #poem / #prose. It still sucks, I know 😞 But it's a lot of fun! (≧∇≦) #writing #mood #poetry #writer #writersofig A post shared by Julius Eddy (@juliuseddy) on Sep 23, 2016 at 6:38am PDT Advertisements Continue reading If She Were A Colour
Do you think you have a say in eating or not when you’re writhing in an insufferable pain from the insidious gastric acid secreted by your stomach? Of course not! You want to eat; and you must eat. This tormenting response invoked by our bodies are deliberately — quite ingeniously too, I must say! — designed to manipulate us into eating. After all, when was the last time you heard someone starving himself to death, accidentally? Continue reading The Will of A Starving Man
What we break—suddenly, abruptly—we feel regret, guilt, a need to fix it.
A toy. Continue reading By the way
Dimly lit and decorated with overly artistic paintings and expensive sculptures, it was not the kind of restaurant I go to. But she would love this place, I thought. Continue reading For Just a Night
There were many ways to kiss her.
There was the ordinary kiss; the peck. Simple, frequent, and habitual.
It is reserved for the smaller things in life. When I say good morning. When she hands me a coffee. When she leaves for work. Continue reading Ways to Kiss Her
If you asked my favourite colour, I’d not have said brown. Continue reading Blue
没有天生才华横溢， 未有证据证明自己， 独有一个不想放弃的信念。 Continue reading 独有一个