To the night that she was finally granted

This is just another spontaneous flow of thought recorded after midnight – something that she often does just to get her out of boredom, something to release her inner stress, her inner craving for connection. She is often saddened by the stage of where she was, regardless of where she was, physically. Being aware of living an ordinary life and realizing that it is both a blessing and a curse, sometimes she found it fascinating.

But yeah, moving onto her random flow of thought, as if she could make sense of all ridiculous appearances flashing in her mind at the moment. It’s intriguing, interesting, exhausting sometimes just to bear these stuff, she thought. Sometimes she found the best time to write, was when she was totally exhausted. Sometimes she found the best time to express her emotion through typological wordings is when she was almost at rest.

She wishes her mind was more analytical, rational, critical at this time of the day, but the next morning she would wish her writing to be more poetic. She could get poetic and write dramatically. Or maybe, as far as she tries to pretend that she was good at it.


Published by Igobiebb

B (Q.Trang) is a creative multipotentialite who has lived away from home since fourteen, currently living in Tokyo city. She loves writing, cooking, swimming, talking to people and chasing thrills.

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