Zee Melo

I felt like I was at war with my own art for so long. My journey with it has been rocky and non-linear, full of barriers (self-imposed...

I’m home , I tell myself. And it feels a little truer each time. I feel at ease in a strange way, like I’m welcomed into someone else’s...

Your house is on fire. But I don't mind the heat, I tell myself, I like how it burns and blisters— Familiar. There are other dangers, I...

Ever since I moved here, I haven’t felt quite real. The houses all look the same— Straight laced, angular, suburban. It’s easy to get...

I had a long day filled with nothings, and when it was finally time to go to bed, I thought to myself, I’m impressed with my ability to...

When I was younger, all my front teeth were serrated. It used to bother me loads, especially as a teen, I thought they gave me a child’s...

Though October brings somber whimsy, November’s winds mourn if you listen closely. And December, as I always say, seems to carry itself...

Maybe I am having another melancholy episode. In moments like this, I often wonder when I am not. Perhaps these feelings are just my...

This time of the year is inherently more introspective. Which means I’m slightly more unbearable than usual. I am saddened by the same...

I saw a group of kids just now, they looked about fourteen. I knew how they were probably feeling by the way they walked, the way they...

Prompt: Write without stopping. Anything that comes to mind goes to paper. I’ve had a long day filled with nothing, that I spent filled...

I always find myself planning things, coming up with ideas, fleshing them out in my mind, and absolutely never writing anything (lol). I...

I had to go out today, and unsurprisingly, I did not want to. I was feeling tired. December, which seems to carry itself with hunched...

I have a stupid scar on my finger. It’s barely noticeable, it’s tiny and old, but I always feel it. It’s my physical reminder of how...

I woke up this morning with the same realization that I make every day: I’m tired. Some things in my life are undeniably better. I know I...

I dreamt of the way I used to feel on those rainy summer days, back in my land. Hot and humid and cozy, heavy gray sky, the smell of wet...

I find myself quite obsessed with the concept of how diminutive expressing yourself can be. And I don’t mean this in a dramatic or...

I spell something wrong in my own language. It’s a bit jarring. I remember when I was a kid and they’d praise me for my vocabulary. That...

I think, after all this time, I finally understand the fundamental difference between hanging out by yourself and hanging out with...

This isn’t about social diseases, nor is it any commentary on capitalistic practices or anything of this sort, though you are of course...