She is running in a black corridor, alone,
passing myriads of memories she fought so hard to forget.
The past and present juxtapose,
reminding her of how her sandcastle had fallen to the waves.
She is in pain, and agony,
but no one can hear her perpetual scream.



When everything comes flooding back,
How do you possibly ignore it all?
I guess people can run away from their present surroundings.
But how do you run away from what's in your head?



Its interesting, albeit in a sad way, how she choose to use poems as an act of defense again.



I will be on a semi hiatus mode as prelims are coming. In any case if you guys were to miss me, do drop a message, with lots of love.