Moon River

drifting through thoughts, one story at a time

Category: Miscellaneous

  • Dear Hao

    I’ve been turning our story over in my head, and somehow I always circle back to Simon and Betty. Their love was messy, complicated, and imperfect, but it was also undeniable, a force so strong that it survived time, curses, and universes. Simon carried Betty in his every breath, and Betty, no matter how much…

  • To Break Free?

    What does it mean to be at peace with your past? Is it silence? Is it forgetting? Is it forgiveness? Or is it something else? something quieter, harder, more profound? I think of this one boy when I ask this. He’s only 19 yet the stories he carried is heavier than most adults. The boy…

  • Seasons

    Some songs don’t just play in the background. They hold you. Like a friend who doesn’t ask questions, just sits beside you in silence, knowing that’s enough. That’s what “Seasons” by Wave to Earth did to me. It didn’t come crashing in with declarations. It didn’t try to fix anything. It just poured itself out…

  • Sometimes a book doesn’t change your life. It simply reminds you of the life you were always meant to live. When I picked up The Alchemist, I wasn’t really expecting anything. It was a quiet evening, the kind where the world feels like it’s holding its breath. I read the first few pages, and something…

  • The Things That Remain: The Ruins of Saint Paul’s

    A few weeks ago, I was in Macau. It was one of those spontaneous, no-expectation kind of trips where you show up with a camera, a bit of curiosity, and a heart still trying to make peace with everything it’s been through. I didn’t think much when I first put The Ruins of St. Paul…

  • Note to Self: A Letter from Benjamin Button

    For what it’s worth it’s never too late To be whoever you want to be There’s no time limit Start whenever you want You can change or stay the same There are no rules to this thing We can make the best or the worst of it I hope you make the best of it…

  • Whisper Thinking

    I wanted to chase the light as it slipped beyond the horizon, to watch the sky melt into hues of fire and dusk, to stand in the quiet hush of twilight and feel the weight of the world soften. I wanted to witness the first light of dawn spilling over mountaintops, turning the earth gold,…

  • Why I Write: A New Beginning

    There’s something about putting thoughts into words that feels like anchoring yourself to the world. Writing has always been that for me, a space where I can pause, reflect, and make sense of the chaos around me. I used to write before. In journals, in quiet corners of the internet, in fleeting notes that never…