Hiraeth
Most days, I lie upon the lined bamboo floor, gazing at the kugon roof, so carefully woven, and the bare bones of the home we once dared to call ours. Some days, I linger by the narrow terrace, eyes fixed on the old chico tree— it blooms but once each year, yet I wait, as…
See You Again
It was a strange bliss, an unfamiliar warmth A lump of hope, one step forward We whispered fear, we talked of life We talked of love and gazed at stars But morning came and so does end This life has rules, we cannot bend So Darling go, go find what you seek And I will,…
Malen Thoughts 