i dont want to

(as much as i want to remember i also want to forget because) i dont want to collect new memories because im only gonna seek past in the present and i dont want to converse with the echo of my voice and i dont want my pen to run out of ink but i also …


When I was a young boy, I constantly longed for a happy family: a complete one. Thoughts of unknown happiness occupied my head daily. I always wondered what it felt like to call someone my dad—especially when he was nothing more than a name. It was a nice day at the beginning of spring, and …


here you can see quiyet accepting the fact that he’s psychologically and emotionally unstable like many other people. // here you can see quiyet with his eyes closed but beneath those eyelids is a movie screen that plays intrusive scenarios on repeat. // here you can see quiyet alive but haunted by his ghosts in …


my phone forgot your name my heart thinks otherwise (one of which stopped ringing) sometimes i’d let my phone die, and i envied it.


Even my own shadow left me at my darkest time © 2016, Quiyet Brul


It does not live in me; it is the color that never left me and the color I see when I close my eyes. © 2016, Quiyet Brul


I fought civil wars in bed © 2016, Quiyet Brul