She was raised in a fresh air place, Taught to live with values and strengths. Being brave and can stand by herself, Also taught by her loving parents. She is a jolly person, but sometimes a fragile one. She is a loving daughter, That values her family so much. She Read more…
These past few days I have always thought of quitting because there’s nothing going on in my way. I feel so depressed because I can’t understand a little thing and all I know to stop this is to quit it.
We’re different from each other
Yet, we are so fond of each other.
Part of me hopes its real,
But can’t even admit what I feel.
Here, I am at the center of attraction. I am a beautiful woman in the place. I don’t need to study from time to time. I don’t need to think about my family. What I only need to do is to relax, think of what I wanted to do and imagine how my life will go on in my own fantasy.
In the middle of all chaos, humdrum and disparity
Yet slowly learning
The secret art
Of turning myself
into who I have always wanted to be.
Every part of my body is paying the price for whatever happened, all while I thought I was sleeping. Sleep now doesn’t seem to be a precious commodity when it comes time to face it tonight.
When I said I feel like shopping carts, I didn’t mean
How slick they are, glazed with rain in the cart bank
Or the hours they spend overflowing with bounty;
I didn’t mean how nested they are with the rest,
Glinting metal aligned with golden dawn.
