Leaena's Dear Diary

The sunset holds my secret. The mountain adores my vices. The trees believe my lies. And the summer forgives my resentment. The sadness that passes by, only nature can sooth it. My grudges are tamed by sunlight. I only purr for the mother earth. Only

On some humid summer days, I need to just blink lightly to fly back to my childhood.  Feel myself sink into those grass I use to run on. Like I am still that child dipping in a pond birthed by the summer rain. The scent are so vivid I could just touc

You take your brush and paint me in your image.  You use the vibrant indigo with a hint of yellow. You want to make a flower out of my crooked head you said.You took my chin on your warm blooded hands. Gripped it to pull my bare face closer to you. Y

I always knew I was hungry for warmth. But I did not know I would burn others for that ever lost heat. I would like to apologize for burning your woods. Let you burn alone just for the warmth to pour from your slender hand. I have been cold for too l

I like the kind of music I can breathe in. The kind that feels inhaling. The ones that leave you out of breath. But then I love the summer song as well. The songs I can sing laughing and humming. The songs you have to sing with a smile on your face.

Beware of what you see. For all you see is not what you seek. She can smell of sublime growth in an innocent meadow. Sturdier than the tree, and mellower than the mud, but shadier than the snake. I hope it is poisoned wind whispering rather than your

Hole me under the roots of a big old tree. Tell me I belong to no one and nobody belong to me. Let every leaf hold my memory. Let every sway forget my worry. Slow the time so every second becomes an hour, every day-a month. Do not wither the way thin

The letter I wrote to you is still with me. You were like the piece of flesh I dared not abandon. You were suppose to be there tomorrow. You were suppose to smile when I met the love of my life. You were suppose to be my companion even as my teeth ro

I will not speak of it. For if I utter, the wind might wither it. The time may gnaw at the heart of it. I will not unviel it. For if I open, the air could crumble it. The world would tear it to trashes. I will not touch it. For if I sense it, it can

I crushed my good, just to let you trample it. I swooned over your rendezvous and watched mine burn. When the midnight arrived, I should have held my skirt and ran into the woods. Let the wild nature swallow me then let you suck the glee in me. But I

The price of blinding light is abysmal dark. I twirled in the sun for so long that I failed to recognise the maisma filling every gap of my organs. Every event was in order yet even breathing was a task. The heart was too loud. I saw nobody. There wa

But I forgive you. Forgive you for your foolishness. For your naivety. Your yearning. Amidst the invigorating colors, you lost your art. You listened to them instead of the child inside. But I will forgive you. After all, if not me than who? You are

I let it conquer me for I feared being left behind. I stood by as the noise invaded my mind. I did not forsee the pungent odor. I was immature that way. I was inexperienced in such trade. So I nurtured the hay, let it climb like an infection. Like a

She is the queen of your dreams, the mate of your soul, the flame of your twin and the bow of your cupid. Flying above the pastle cloud, she swims in your favourite. She embraces your twinkle. Your spark adores her. Your dream worships her. Your sens

We sang high in the mountains, where the yeti huffs. We weaved our story in a divine prophecy to come. We were the tales hidden in the myths. Our moments, a culture to be passed. Generations of faith kneaded our threads. We believed that the himalaya