I am like Alice, and this rite of passage has been my twisted kind of Wonderland.
I could write about blue skies, getting palpitations when drinking coffee, or even gushing over Korean stars, but I couldn't.
Storms, chaos, abyss That was what I thought when you asked me what my thoughts are. Maybe the eye of the storm Is deeply concealed through the endless clutter Even if I tried my best to get it in order. — © 2017
What comes around, goes around. — Hello everyone! It's me again *laughs* I apologize if I haven't written something new today since I'm still in the process of taking out negativities in work/studies. But yeah, I can't fathom how some people could turn tables on unsuspecting people. Am pretty much annoyed but I'll let professionalism [...]
I was watching the rain outside when I keep on reminding myself that everything is not the same Saturday that I'd come to use to. It was on a Saturday that I chose to become a couch potato, that I enjoyed lazy mornings and late-night movie marathons. That I didn't mind skipping meals because sleep [...]
After college, I tried to reclaim one of my fave activities which is writing. I ended up with a crumpled paper and a headache. I am in a miserable position when I am required to express thoughts into print in vain. Subjectively, I start with something decent and eventually screwing up when capping off some [...]
unseen memories drifted through my window a swathe of dreamless nights swarmed my sleepless slumber a sea of thousand stars scattered in the dark forged by the chaos of ethereal light silence and purity intertwined, enmeshed in silken threads of dreams and destiny ghosts of silence and vibrance, of coldness and warmth join the moon [...]