words will remain words, we are the one who give them power to eat us up.
Here we are again, hesitating our next few lines, stuck in elaborating written paragraphs. Feet are shaken, being questioned 'where we are standing', but we are still wearing pride on our chin. We are adult, aren't we?
We are running, testing the water, coming back with dirty hand, calling home that everything's fine. We are out of words but we speak loud, echoes in our head but keep our mouths shut. We were not liars when we left hometown.
We wrap our scar so firm so no one could find it, so they'll see how flawless we are. We are not okay, so are they. We are not perfect, so are they. Why do we need to hide? To whom do we need to prove?
Receiving a text from home that said, "you have grown up, you'll be able to decide what's right and wrong." has made me dragged myself to the time when I first made my own decision.
I guess I have been too busy putting a show, that I had realised it would have made a parody played on replay, till I found that no ones laughing. Grown ups would like to watch a real show, a lesson.
We have been careless, we have failed, we have been put to shame, but have we admitted it? We are scared that everyone who sees judging. However my friend, words will remain words, we are the one who give them power to eat us up.
Blood smells like blood, even though you hide it from leaking, it would still smell the same. Cure it, or let your trusted ones to get you healed. Never be ashamed of who you have become. You hold the power, not those words. You and your decisions.
Have a good week,
Photographer: Olivia Aten. www.oysays.com
Location: Bath, UK
Wardrobe: Leather Jacket (Zara Boys). Boots (River Island). Black Dress (Musse Bangsar). Necklace (Topshop). Glasses (Rayban)
A sweet friend of mine. We have made thousands of promises, that someday we will be in the city of our dream, someday. You are right, we share so many interests in common, not just that, but dreams as well. You are a sister I never had.
I have seen how sun rises and sets beautifully in the south, yet never bores me. I have seen you even more than I have watched the sunsets, yet I still had myself missing you when we are apart.
Tanktops and gowns, we attended so many events together. Ups and downs, you give me the looks that everything will get better.
I remembered the day I came out from my room and saw you at the dining room. I recalled and recalled how you have become someone who is dear to me, yet I still can't find the missing pieces.
Maybe that's the the beauty about friendship. You just let someone come in to your life and left them attached whatever happened along the way.
This post is for you, because one day, I believe you'll be at that place you always dream of, like I have visited one of the list of mine. I believe in someone bright like you. Your war is halfway over, but doesn't mean that you should rest your body and stop fighting.
I miss you Belinda, my bestfriend, my sister, my housemate. And am I the last one yet to say Happy Birthday?
Always be near,
I want no one to remind me of my past, to divine who I am, to tell me what I shall do. I want to wake up, catch the light behind my lashes, and being called with a name I've never heard before.
Plastic bags and baggy pants, dusty dawn and faded tans. A loner gets lonely, a beauty queen feels ugly. We are scared to translate what feel inside, terrified anyone seek what we hide.
She ran on the thin line, he poured a glass of wine. She wants you, to paint her blue. You will never stay, not even her hair turns grey. She's filled with anger, but all she thinks is your smell that lingers.
She found herself wake up on the west of London, and you are not the one on her phone. Good bye Malaysia, maybe she has amnesia. New city, makes her feel pretty. She goes with a new repute, brand new attitude.
'London, tell him that I have moved on and I'm counting on the day he will admire me from far.'
P.s: I am not 'she' :p