Life happens in fragments, not stories. It’s only when we decide that certain fragments should link together in a certain way and with certain transitions, a story is made. In that sense, we are the playwrights of our own stories in which we gather the materials (life’s fragments), we decide the progressions (the order of… Continue reading Unstory: Like Wind
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My Ten Years
A morning light, A gentle breath,An unexpected sigh,A moment has drifted.These simple words,this time and place,this quietude when I think of you.It's in the dark,It's in the rain,It's in the silence after pain.A golden ray, A rain drop,A moment peace,A second chance?(Untitled, By @Annabel 2025) It's been a long time since I last posted something,… Continue reading My Ten Years
The Next Portal
So you want to start over? Good!There is another universe somewhere, around the corner, where the roses grow as tall as you and their thorns are as sharp as your kitchen knives. Open the back door, take a right, and follow the lead of the thorny roses. Keep going through the thickets of alternate educations,… Continue reading The Next Portal
Beyond Solitude: A Journey Lived
I need my solitude. Without it, I'm groundless.A worldly dream once took it away. We talk of presence and sharing as inspiration, but sometimes that very sophistication we are told to desire is the bringer of disaster. An incurable tumor fermented in the heart. At first, I just wanted to dance, and now I can… Continue reading Beyond Solitude: A Journey Lived
Remember Us
When yesterday speaks, I quietly sit beside you,There's spectacles in your eyes that shine the darkest sky:velvet dreams, relentless passions, and vivacious tempers,and the shapes, space, and shadows you bring into my life. It all casts upon me, a violent-sweet memory. The girl you know yesterday has flown away,radiant in nature's first green and last… Continue reading Remember Us
Spring News
Look, your eyes are full of stars,Feel, your heart longs for butterflies, The spring meadow is ripe in her verdant youth,while little daisies lure you in my new-found faith:Beauty, the spring is,Love, that you are. Spring has sprung and is knocking at our doors. What a wonderful news! The time has come for us to… Continue reading Spring News
December Again
Every story begins with a silent spark,Every season ends with an afterlife glow,I loved the spring roses, the summer fountain, and the autumn dews,I admired your youth beauty, your tender eyes in bewitching sonnets.To live in this story is to live in a bottomless ocean, free yet breathless;And to love you is to love a… Continue reading December Again
The Modern Etiquette 