Wistful Wednesday

[image source: Spotify ] A story ~ INVU The gaze of a goddess, Half-lid and softly doze. Cripples me to my knees, Frostbitten from head to toe. Sculpted from diamond, Your blade hitched at my throat. Culpability backstabs, Straight as an arrow. Well, I'll be damned . You're still as beautiful as before. Your insults like icicles, Still warm to my touch. Your closure won't come, You'll see soon enough. You sieged all my possessions, But left me my heart. The exception is my hate, It amounts to none. Because,   I envy you. Annex my heart if The words sting too much. I envy you because , You'll always be loved. 🏹 🏹 🏹 While listening to this song: You could look at..... honestly watch Taeyeon's MV (shown below) because the aesthetics literally are *chef's kiss* You could be with..... someone you will love unconditionally, and can’t imagine your life without them (does not need to be a romantic relationship). And even if they hated your guts, you’d run to the ...

[image source: Tenor ] On April 14th, 2021, I first started this blog with nothing but the drive to find out who I could be. Since then, I've written over 3 dozen posts (almost 4 dozen), and each one wasn't made to be admired by everyone, but just to simply express myself fearlessly. As I've said in my (now archived) introduction to this blog, I love music and I just wanted to express whatever I felt inside as I listened to a song. This expression may have been in the form of poetry, haphazard journal entries or bits of narrative here and there, but, I always tried my best to be as sincere as possible to my heart. Perfection doesn't matter in my posts as much anymore, because it's not possible for me to please everyone. So I decided to focus on writing in a way that is genuine to how I feel. Although it's been difficult trying to balance this blog and school, I hope to keep going until I can't do it anymore. This year has honestly been nuts, and I've cha...

[image source: Amazon ] A story ~ Sampai Jadi Debu [ sampai jadu debu = "until it turns to dust"] Here lies the hint of a simple answer: Tucked within blankets of the thicket pine trees as far as the eye can see, inertia settles over the small highway town.  While standing on a strip of cement, you marvel at the stillness of the present which infuses with your being.  An intersection of traffic lights blinking like fireflies who have just awoken.  A web of electrical wires between the lights weaves the silhouette of a quilt strewn together by lowly threads.  The painted sky exhaling the emotions of an artist's hand.  A purple overcast with twinkling starry eyes fading into wistful magenta hues.  Suddenly, the mountains of the west send a magnificent swirl of frigid, hollow air. Your  fingers nimbly gnaw at the edges of your sweater as you conceal them in the toasty caves of your sleeves. A familiar impatience overcomes the  howling wind that...