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R Sep 2018
Kyra is a painter, but she's colorblind.

She makes someone else's world colorful but hers is grey.

Whenever she draws in the middle of spring afternoon, she tends to whispers to the singing bird on her shoulder.

"For whom I draw still hasn't been decided, and I wish to meet my muse soon after the season's end."

Two days after spring.

She's being asked to attend her friend's rehearsal.

A pair of her brown eyes is glued to the pianist as his melody hits her right. His fingers gracefully dance in tuts, faster than anyone's breathe, but not so fast compared to Kyra's hand sketching him.

"I find my muse." She whispers in happiness. Gaze falls to the quick sketch on her hand.


She asks her friend about his name, eyes sparkles with love, so pure, so honest.

"His name is Will. He's special like you."

Her brows furrow in confusion as she skips a heartbeat.

"Special? Like me?"

"He's a pianist but he's deaf."
R May 2018
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.

I say the world will end in a rush.
The moment you vanish in dash.
R May 2018
****** me with knowledge.

Rescue me from solace.

Then take me to your voyage.
R Apr 2018
Never have I ever,
thinking about such thing as forever.

As I realized it's a path that I would never dare to cross.

Never have I ever,
putting a hope into a happily ever after.

Until I met a pair of honey milk brown eyes.
Whose embrace could secure all of my shattered pieces.

Never have I ever,
loving a man until I shudder.

Longing for his touch and caresses, as if I can no longer live.

Truly. Wholeheartedly,
I love you.
Even when the universe becomes nothing, forever you'll have me.
R Dec 2017
I arrive to the point I become numb because of the pain.

The voices inside my head turn into familiar company.

Solitude is not something new.

I feel lonely in a way it doesn't surprise me anymore.

Does it really get better?

Or I'm just used to it?

To the pain

The madness

And the silence.
R Dec 2017
As we lay under the night sky,
you tell me to see those beautiful stars above.

As you explain your favorite constellations,
I still choose to stare at you.
R Dec 2017
He doesn't clearly know how to show his affection,
it leads to her thoughts that perhaps,
he doesn't love her as much as she thought he does.

The hurricanes inside of him refuse to open up to the world,
the thunder inside wants to be hidden forever,
he manages to appear calm,
in way she thinks he's careless.

— The End —