Leaena's Dear Diary

Dear,When Icarus fell, he bore witness to the sky.  He beheld the ever burning star swallowing little sister in his light. Even as he was abandoned he rightly grasped the clouds. Before any mankind, he was the first to taste the faraway sky and bathe

Dear ghost,The universe. The cosmos has sent me a message and I shall take it. They want me to come home and stay alone without my lovely felines. I dreamt of them but they are telling me I donot deserve them. The very first cat I owned after I found

In a shaded valley with a rustling river, the full moon dares to peek. The wind brushes the night. The music fades into my vacuum eyes. I ask the moon to sing me a melody so I could sleep this feeling away. It's awfully akin to when my hand slipped a

I could never abandon it. Its like a parasite except I am feeding on it as well. We are in a symbiotic bond, it sucks me dry yet it nourishes me. I want to tear it apart from me, and fry it. Wrap it in a dried banana leave and throw it in the clear r

Dear ghost,Being with you feels like a chill gripping me in a tunnel. I shiver in a struggle to savor sunlight at the end of it. Loving your ghost stings of a winter gone bad. Such cold reaches for all warmth, even that of a dirt. I am at lost. I kno

Since you mentioned Shakespeare, Sonnet 29  "When, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes,I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich

Dear ghost, I crumble in the bonfire of their discernment. I feel infinitely abandoned. I fear the fate will never dare to intervene. Could it be that I must gobble their views. I failed to recognise until they burned my glass. They fueled it random

I have not been reading much entries here these days because work was choking me. I have caught up with some right now and sad that I failed to reply. To my fellow writers feeling like the world is drowning you, like no one knows or values you and th

Long long ago, I discovered the value of my visage. I tucked it in the high tower of my subconscious. Up up beyond the indigo sky, the tower concealed my trait. Submerged in vanity, my conscious flew in the clouds. I never knew of the earth grounding

As wicked as these thoughts are, I have resigned to the shades of living. As I learn the rots of the world, I am disabled before the black, the white and greys of countries. My daily steps are a peaceful walk in a kingdom. My visit to doctors are fre

Dear ghost, I am battered. It was a eight hour journey to the tip of a foggy mountain. I can assure you that no amount of psychotic seizure would have compelled me to drive in the middle of this dense forest. The only socialising I shall do here is

How are you? How have you been? Its been a while since I heard any news about you. On some days, I miss you terribly.  When Halsay unearthed her badlands, our evenings singing those songs invaded my thoughts. I have never connected with someone in th

I roamed in a scrawny sun-kissed body when I was younger. I used to love every strand of sun and all fabric of the world. For such a disheveled child, I ran the fastest and talked the loudest. I thought no one can restrain me. I felt everyone and all

My taste for deep dark cavern are probably the source of my discontent. If I have to point. I would accuse my maiden anatomy, bleeding me dry every moon days. Better yet, I can blame the whole damn world for my dreary thoughts. I like to think of it

If happiness can only be found within, where in my existence is it hiding? Which atom is it living in? What matter is it made of? Why haven't I found it yet? How long will it take me to find it? I wish happiness was scattered haphazardly. So that one