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There’s something in him. I can’t perfectly describe it. But there’s a mystery in his eyes, a something deep, a something you will never forget. His moves give more spice. The way he focuses on his game shows fierce intensity, a proof of how good he really is. That day was my only chance to stand there and stare. But for no clear reason, I chose to leave. I walked out, and I didn’t finish…

One day, I finally built up the courage to click the button. My heart beat so fast. Even if it took so long for him to finally accept. Who would have thought he would inspire me again in writing, but this time, it’s much deeper. I learned to be more imaginative, open-minded, and to feel the connection of a soul that brings me to creativity. He is extraordinary. I remember the times I…

Watching you from a distance. When I began to breathe in your frequency. Your eyes, charm slowly vacuuming me in your soul. I am the eclipsed moon, lingering in a self-made shadow. The day that I felt the winter in my veins, yet a fever on my skin. Is the most precious moment in my entire life. We drifted into impact, two strangers forced into focus. I saw a universe in the iris, a depth I…

Image from Pinterest If crying is illegal, how you perceive the drought in my eyes? That could give the depth of the apex emotions. It was legal advice to mourn the seasons that have ceased, But intrigued by the worst situation without an end. To persuade, you have to convince that the exit is just a part of the walls. Mound is the only word that randomly comes out in my mind. But…

Generated by ChatGPT It’s all started in unblemished Canva.  made a promise , once I’m done. I will give it to someone special in my heart. Every palettes has a story. Every stroke, a deliberate truth in its rightful place. A nervous is a definition of excitement  and the invisible bridge between my hands and your soul. Uncertain if the sleepless hours and the weight of exhaustion Will…

Image from Pinterest The Museum  It was an ordinary rest day. My friends, my boyfriend, and I decided to visit a museum to unwind and bond together. We were all amazed by the artworks. As an artist, I enjoyed the scenery, holding my man’s hand as we walked. He isn’t really a fan, but he still joined us and seemed amazed as well.  I slowly drifted away from them, staring at the different…

As the man held her hands, he asked the woman once more to say “Yes.” Finally, she said yes. The man looked so happy they hugged each other, and he promised he would protect her forever and love her eternally. He asked the woman out on a date for the next day. The man suggested they meet at their favorite place, the river, for a picnic. The couple was excited for their first date as a…

How do you know if you’re doing things right? Have you ever asked yourself that? Are you a risk-taker or unadventurous? I doubt you truly know yourself, still hiding in your shell. Imagine the things we want to do. What if we could do them, but we’re just afraid? Some may not, and some may dare. But let’s go back to the start: which one are you? Push the emergency button to see what…

Last time I had this daydream, there was a scenario where I found myself conversing with an elderly man on a bench overlooking the sea from a bridge. He shared a love story of two people, but in the end, the woman left and the man didn’t follow her. Curiously, I asked him, ‘Why didn’t you follow her?’ He replied, ‘Why do you assume that’s me?’ I explained, ‘Because I can see through your eyes.…

How can we say if we have already moved on? We can always choose two things: Move on or go back. But why is it always hard for us to choose the first one? We know moving on is not easy, why are we always hurting ourselves? Hoping for something to happen again.   Is it because we’re still holding on that everything will turn back in time? Because we still keep the memories that gave us…

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How deep is someone’s emotion?You can feel the heartbeat.How slowly the connection thrivesHow flimsy the sky was while staring at it. The clouds have a message—a deep message—and different emotions. Warning the body of its temperature.Can you feel it and embrace it? The dust in the hand slowly vanishes.I’m not prepared for the next signal.But the thirst was finally quenched with water.Tick…

You and I laughed at each other.Every time we talked about our craziness was.Stargazing in the middle of the night.Every time we walked to our favorite place. You fulfilled my empty jar.So I returned it with kindness.Your curiosity leads me to lie.Rocks increased the heaviness inside of me. The line has no end.Connecting every puzzle to solve our missions.Confused, but the excitement was…

The wild forest is full of elements.  An ugly creature is full of lies.  There’s a portal from hell,  Encouraging one another to live off it.  Who lived under a mystery well.  That full of toxic poison underneath of it.  Blind, manipulative, but inferior.  Willing to grasp the broken glasses to ruin the beautiful forest.  Trees are now a monster.  Falls are now dangerous, eyes…

Our world is really full of surprises.Sometimes we’re being playedThe beaming smile of yours, always reminds me how I fall to you.It always gives a positive in life.I know I’m selfish because I want you so bad.I’m numb and I don’t care about everyone’s feelings.I doubt that I will regret it because I am me and I know myself.I whispered in the winds, and we have a secret.But there’s an echo in my…

They said I can already write a book now because of my story. I actually don’t want to post it yet but why not, this is the best moment in my life. So let me share a short story of mine. When I was a kid people always asking me who’s my father. Teasing me because I don’t know my real dad and I have different features. All I know is, his name. I have no idea what he looks like, cause my mom…

Our body will return to dust when we die.

Our memories will be forgotten, but not our soul. We usually create a history, so anyone can remember us. But more generreplaceableation to come, the more we become .

We usually feel the pain when we are alone. The more it’s getting stronger, the more pain will give. A broken wing, losing feather can’t turning back where it place.

Like a flaming…