Closet Memos 1


I stumbled upon a scribbled note I usually make from way back. It does not make much of a “poetic sense” but I just love how you can play and combine words that actually can make perfect sense.


April 29, 2012 @ 1:00 am


a personal photo from where

I guess that pouring your heart out into an imaginary paper

would not necessarily mean

that you have let your feelings out for once…

Coz it may seem that you want to express all these,

then letting yourself to experience the pain

is what you pay for its price…

Bleeding for a hundred time

is never really satisfying..

It is just somethingĀ that makes you

more vulnerable and broken


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