She has a burning desire to remove all the chains and shackles that prevent her from flying. To spread her wings before the world tears it down. Oh, what a shame it would be for those wings to be tied down after she picked and put together the feathers in her wings.
Author: worldofjeana
I write when I experience something beautiful in my small world, feel overwhelmed with my thoughts or have dialogues running in my head like a movie script that I can't help but pen it down. I love writing as it brings me happiness every time I pour my heart into it but I also enjoy dancing like a looney with my favourite people, drawing my favourite anime characters to show my love for them and read fiction to escape to different worlds. I am an introvert and have very little social energy but once I get comfortable with you, I will be a yapper.
where is home?
Home doesn't have a meaning anymore. There are too many places, and only people can come close to the feeling of home. Every time I arrive at an airport, I dread getting out, and there is a heaviness with every step I take towards the exit. I do not want to go back to reality. … Continue reading where is home?
tornado
Amidst the tornado, I opened multiple doors to try and get out. But I was still trapped inside it. Each one led me further deep into the eye of the storm. I got myself deep into the mess and got caught up in it.I can't get out of it no matter what I try. I … Continue reading tornado
it wasn’t forever
It all started with the whispers;Loud enough for me to hear it all,Yet I was naive as hell for me to question it.A tower of used tissues and a wet pillow was my daily constant,I ignored the signs andLife continued (in oblivion). Next came the verbal fights;Exhausted to be involved with all the drama,Yet, I … Continue reading it wasn’t forever
What do writers write about?
This is a question I have often asked myself. A little bit of everything is what my mind voluntarily answers. I write about anything that reignites my creativity like/ the comfort of going back to a place called home while eating amma’s home-cooked meal/ the sound of waves crashing against the shore while staring at … Continue reading What do writers write about?
will she let her thoughts win?
She was scribbling in her roomwaiting for her doom she was scrolling through the hatredwanting to crawl back into her blanket she passed the time staring at the ceilingonly to lose all her happy feelings she lays stillknowing the drill time for her to get outbefore she loses herself for clout she was too lateto … Continue reading will she let her thoughts win?
curves
She tucks her weighing machine at the back of the closet,hoping it helps tuck away her bloated tummy,which pushes her into eating less (Calorie deficit, they call it these days?)She still manages to sneak a peak into her weight at some point,(or multiple times a day)and suddenly, it isn’t her inner voice which breaks her … Continue reading curves
Time
In a world that is constantly runningwill you pause for a minute?Look at the sky above and take in a breath of fresh air. Spread your arms wide open,accept the things happening nowand twirl around, will you?Worried if someone will stare? Show them what it feels like tostop chasing after the unknownby taking one look at you. Your … Continue reading Time
familiarity breeds contempt
AC blasting on a hot summer day/ waking up and realising I have five extra minutes to sleep/ attending my morning meetings from home/ listening to songs I grew up with and singing along/ rewatching my favourite feel-good movie/ recollecting crazy memories with friends/ curled up in my favourite blanket/ catching up with friends through … Continue reading familiarity breeds contempt
twenty-five
At thirteen, I thought I would be prettier if I had fair skin At twenty, I fell in love with my uneven brown skin tone At twenty-five, why am I going back to feeling thirteen? At thirteen, everyone around me laughed at me for being short At twenty, I told myself that my height was … Continue reading twenty-five
World of Jeana 