I do honestly really miss having all the time in the world to just write and write and write. To discover hidden imagineries to questions people seldom ask; to dip into the art of storytelling and unravel a fantastical world; to put words to thoughts hard to explain — oh, how I miss you my good old friend creative writing! Busy times like this, I’m seriously considering getting a second degree (after pharmacy).
On that note, here comes my newest poem I wrote a month ago but had yet to officially “reveal”. The initial overall message will come as no surprise to those who knows the story, but as always with short and intense poems such as the ones I pen, the true meaning lies in the details.
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A traverse of brooding long,
An epilogue of loss for mending —
One painstaking attempt at confinement alone,
That yet has to reach its ending.05.11.2010
Good news: I have a few topics in mind I want to write about, we’ll just have to wait for me to finish my exams and find some peace and quality time for me to start the process of good old fashioned writing!






