Leaena's Dear Diary

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

Her house was broken, and she had no sleeve to cling to, so she tightly held on to any sleeve while growing up. She didn’t really like that about herself, but she learned to humor it. She too grew up in a house with cracks. She was not alone but deal

It was warm, neither as frigid as winter nor as heavy as summer. I walked as conscious as I always am with my nondescript face. But I chance upon a rose I buried in an autumn long before I grounded my spirit. I froze in the minute decimal of my exist

How do I make you understand when I say I thrive in the cave? How do I make you know that it itches every minute I meet people? That I do not like the idea of people running in my space. That I rather throw my phone in the ocean than go miles to meet

I rather rule the empire of my mind then let any one ruin the city of my universe. I rather eat my simmering heart than let any glutton gobble it. I rather chain myself than let a crooked trainer chain me. I rather corrupt my mind than let a politics

In the alcove of my moon, I spiral with this unwelcomed epicenter. I chased the last tremor two summers ago. But this seism unearthed the rose I buried three summers ago. Once in a nightmare, she ghastly whispered that Winter Boy was the last of my k

I feed on this. I breed on this, my friend. I call this the roots infesting veins of my stand. I have watered and flamed just for you to smelt this. Sometimes in hope that you can taper the edge in ways I crave. Often in oblivion of my unconscious lo

There is a worm creeping under my skin. It slowly and nastily crawls around my chest. In terror and horror, I wanted to slam my hands down on my chest and smash it. Samsh it over and over again until it perished, before it crawled any further. My fea

Dear ghost, Break my leg, so I may never cross this wicked boundary. Detonate my heart so it may never harshly beat . Melt my mind so it may never harbor delusional dreams.  Sever my arms so it may never reach. Let it never venture in a world I do n

How does your skin fit? Does it hang comfortably and wraps you just right around your bones? Hopefully there is no edges that are too loose or parts that are too tight. With luck, it is just your size. Hopefully you don't even feel like you are weari