Leaena's Dear Diary

I just want to close my eyes tenderly, and lay on a meadow with flowers I cannot name. Let my skin tastes dirts. I want to hear the wind in the air and a river hidden in the woods. Once in a little while, I would dive in the river until I learn to br

I will take all of me. I will cultivate all of my miseries and anxiety in hopeful haven. All of my joy in a tiny boxed dreams from wonderland. I will nurture all of anger and fear in the wasteland of beings. Embrace all of my shenanigans in the corne

Death is just a destination. Time is merely a cruel friend. Life is simply a flickering lamp.

Every prose I write sounds like a lovers plea because I feel so deeply. Even a family becomes a neglected partner, a friend, a nefarios better half and an acquaintance, a passing passion. Therefore, I fear I will crumble so greatly if I ever do love

It was betrayal. I am still recovering from it. Depending on who uttered the story, I could be the vicious villian or your very self. I might never acknowledge your narrative. I could throw a tantrum raining parades of insult. I may weep infuriated b

In the hollow sound of dark, I hear the echoes.  Too empty on my own, too suffocated with others. It's either resentment towards the world or hatred for my soul. It's for the fear of you or for the wrath of you. My hands are tied and choices are too

My body is an isle in the lonely sea. My skin burns in the freezing isle. The vapors escaping my lips like a flying dragon. I crumbled my limbs as a cheap imitation of armor. My eyes can barely dare to witness the foggy garden.  I can taste my m

My wings are collecting dust on the shelves of my forgotten dreams. Once I snipped my dear wings, she is dying for the want of sky. After my bare feet felt the drying grass, my bubbling thought is rogue. I have watched the world, I have learned the w

For the last fortnight, I have seen cracks in the seams of my skin. It grows ever so cowardly. I have looked into the mirror and compared my clothes to several husks in the screen. With all the venom in me, I have started to poison my mind. When I gl

In the corner of time,  when the yellow, crimson and purple dance in the dying sky, I blink ever so slowly in awe. I have seen many ends, but often the dawn always scares me. Today when the dusk bloomed with all joys of nature, I jumped in the hungry

Dear ghost, In the morning when you pick up your tears, I might be quarreling for the stars. Frightfully, I could be on the edge of imagination, or drying up like a wilted leaves. But those do not belong in here. In here, I drained all the green in

Dear ghost, When I have creases on my skin, I hope my words play in better tone. When my wobbling voice grows up, I hope my soul ferments like fine wine. When my mind has wrinkles, hopefully, I see the nectar of life. When I have seen lot more than

Are you there? I hope you too own a mask as white as your lie, which lay eerily smiling on your blank face. Tell me, that your face is also polished like it was carved with a ring of a tree grown in the musty mountain. That you have thousand other ma

I dropped a grain of my stardust in a crowd of clovers. It ran in the wilderness of those towering wishes. It disappeared in the madness of search. I am anxious that it has to be this way.  I am hopeful that it has found the way. But I am certain tha

Dear ghost,What I am grateful for? I am grateful for the cradle that showered me with all that they were blessed with, and of their drizzling warmth that gave me the strength to build myself. I am grateful for the laughter and music that wandered thr