When Winter Remembers Summer

I hated changes. I still do sometimes. I remember the day my supposedly life plan was destroyed. It was broken pieces of what was once a beautiful crystal globe; a world pulverized. I remember lying like a sick child on the couch for hours, days, weeks, and months. Avoiding anyone if necessary. Avoiding contacts. Looking…

The Strings of Confession

by Devina Gunawan Featured image: Untitled, Jackson Pollock When tangled in my own mess, I tend to always scissor my way out. It would always seem like the easiest, fastest way to get out: to cut off all the strings. Yet I was not born with a pair of scissors in the place of my…

Love Wins

by Devina Gunawan I remember the first time I saw her, and my heart skipped a beat. I remember feeling so much for someone I was not supposed to feel that way to. I remember them telling me, “You have to stop.” I remember crying at night, wondering what was wrong with me. What was…