Descartes said, “I think, therefore I am.”
But for me, to simply exist is not enough.
I want my thoughts, and even my pain, to leave their imprint on this lovely, dark world.
So I write.
Welcome to my world. I think, therefore I write.
Selected Essays
Still Proud of You
A poem about distance, silence, and what remains between us.
Nothing Is Wrong With You
It’s all true—but just another me.
From Conqueror to Destroyer (ft. Johnathan, Dillon, Caleb)
Four Languages, One Earth, One Love.
14 October, 1942
Not the end. Still dying.
More writing coming soon.
This is not a conclusion.
Only a continuation.
Yiyang Loves Writing 