Pandora Diary: Distress of A Survivor

This painting is for the girls who are survivors of the daily abuses.

I found her in my sketchbook few days ago, ”crying”. She was crying with flowers in her head, while her hair was messy and flying in the air. She was neither happy nor sad. Neither was a heart-breaker nor heart-broken. That is what paradox means, to be felt by itself or a state where you feel confused.. A lot of us feels that way, when can never give an exact answer of how you feel or how we intend to feel at the same time. 

She reminds me of my crying self at long winter nights when everything is calm and quite, only the darkness can see your tears rolling down your cheeks on the pillows. When millions of hands are touched your soul while walking on a lonely streets, when creepy eyes stare at your figure and comments are passed down by each one them. Even when people say alot to you for being a ‘girl’, for living a life where you cant wear what you want, because you are the ”weak gender” When no one helps when your screaming, when blood rushes down your thighs, even when they capture you and put you in a cage and torture you with thier mighty power and words and all you do is cry and they do is laugh like its a joke to play with someones life and dignity.

THIS SUMMER: BLUE

Suddenly the view became so cool and blue
Hearing no sound, nor can i breath
All i see the black and white tiled floor
And human legs and hands
When i rise i the sun, the faces of people
Its so cool down there, its so hot up here
Feeling like staying there for awhile
But that may cost my life

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Lost: Distance.

There’s no road to heaven
But there’s road to love
Love between two young teens
With late night phone calls and short love songs
Making no distance last long.

As time passes and they realises
On search for time and future
More jobs, more money
Less chit chat, less phone calls
Making every distance last long

Bitter Sweet Memories

As time passes, the day will arrive when everything will fade away into memories. But those wonderful days where you and i along with the others. searched together for only one thing….will continue resolving forever, somewhere deep in my heart as my bitter sweet memories.

LOST: Dreams and Reality.

Holding hands
Closed eyes
Chasing unwanted dreams
Still running in the past
Lost in the Dark.

Unfolding the letter
That he sent
Wide open eyes
With a blissful smile
Once again chasing dreams
Only in real life.

Drowning