I don't go out at nights, Just so I don't look at the moon. I can't help but it reminds me of you. It is nearly impossible to do so Because one of the best things to do If not the best during a pleasant night Is to just sit down and stare at the … Continue reading Starless Skies; Moonless Nights
A beautiful feeling
I just found myself in the middle of sadness - really? And then I realised "...what's the point of all this when I'm actually living through exactly what I prayed for during another breakdown?" It is surprising how I don't doodle in my notebooks of my own will anymore. I don't really know why I … Continue reading A beautiful feeling
what has changed.
Sometimes, I question myself "Am I really where I am supposed to be or am I at another dead end, as usual?" I don't ask myself too much about anything. It's too tiring and I get bored. I feel like I've become more careless than ever and I don't want to complain about it. It … Continue reading what has changed.
The black guitar laying next to a book shelf allured me. It was untouched and out of tune. It's dusty too. I don't know how to play it, but I have it at my home. It is ridiculous. I wanted to break it into a million pieces. There were people around me and I didn't … Continue reading Comfort Zone
Pink and Cliché
I don't think of you whenever the tree sheds a dying flower. I'm reminded of you because you are always there wherever I am. But as far as I know, the tree that bears no leaves sheds a flower or two whenever I think about you. "You're my favourite colour during this season." I confessed … Continue reading Pink and Cliché
If It Were Real
My hands trembled and stopped Only after I finished writing the letterThat you probably never expected from me. Sometimes, I think that I should've Never written that letter because nowI know that I never want to see you again. You don't live far away.You're right here and I know that we'll Surely bump into each … Continue reading If It Were Real
Wings of a Dead Butterfly
I decided to clean my room After a very long time. I had to pick an old white T-shirt As I didn't have a broom. I dusted my cupboard, Swept my floor and Moved my bed as I didn't like the Place where it previously stood. At one corner, I saw something That was clinging … Continue reading Wings of a Dead Butterfly