build up
a trove of life floats,
a bag of anchors,
a home of letters,
just to know your place

lose grip on
a beating head,
a whirling heart,
a uncontrollable body,
as it all slips away.

ive rearranged my room today! didnt plan to, but felt like it ard 4plus so did just that. yay! now once again, i feel like theres new things to be done, life is exciting again!:) its been a slow process, spring cleaning my room, but ive cleared my drawers, bay window and side tables, and now all that is left are my cupboards, that holds a wealth of ( Read more... )

oh darling, don't you know?
we'll be old news, soon enough.

write write write, riane,
write write write
your problems away.

So much things to do ( Read more... )

neeed to get back to writing ( Read more... )

okay, kinda finally done with Familiar Strangers.
tbh, im not fully satisfied, lacks something, maybe my honest voice, i think it as there when i first started it. now it just sound jumbly, or pretentious, or indulgent. ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh maybe its cos i dont feel the way i did at all when i first started writing it. not anymore. so ( Read more... )

On the mrt back home,
For the last time as an undergrad,
I'm melancholic,
a little scared,
And yet it hurtles me onbacl home,
Into the unknown

I HAVE DECIDED ( Read more... )

Why write ( Read more... )

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