Brunei Fashion Blogger Model Writer May Cho THEMAYDEN editorial

In the wake of a soul drifted sound, I am hurled into a limbo of confusion, raven finally wrapping its arms around me not because I will it to, but because there is no other choice. 

Ten minutes within which I learnt of a pulse line gone x -- within which the white noise had left the high C deafening, a line dead piercing my eardrums -- I had flung myself across the mindful universe and orbited twice the speed of light, past stars glittering at eyes dimmed, to plunge back to the pebbled cobbled rubble as empty as I had begun.

© The Mayden by May Cho.