Chasing Her Sunrise.

By deadoodley

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Sad and Sweet.

It’s hard to believe that sometimes the sweetest and the saddest thing are so close to one another; It’s as though the sweet is inseparable from the sad.

"I just want to fulfill your dreams," he said to me.

"… I have no more dreams of my own."

In that instant, I became his dream - his only dream.

It’s funny to think how something so sweet… can be so sad.

How I feel so happy… while my heart shatters at the same time.

How can feelings of opposite ends coincide at the same time, falling into one muddled yet beautiful piece of enigma.

Filed under dreams love

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It went live, it went real. An hour before showtime. 

"Panggung Merdeka", Athenaeum Theatre, Melbourne - To commemorate 17th of August, Indonesian Independence Day, Indonesian students in Melbourne presented a theatre piece that was based on the life of Soe Hok Gie, an Indonesian activist and idealist.

The stage was alive. 

The nerves started to kick.

Oh, the feeling that I’ve been solely, solely missing.

It went live, it went real. An hour before showtime.

"Panggung Merdeka", Athenaeum Theatre, Melbourne - To commemorate 17th of August, Indonesian Independence Day, Indonesian students in Melbourne presented a theatre piece that was based on the life of Soe Hok Gie, an Indonesian activist and idealist.

The stage was alive.

The nerves started to kick.

Oh, the feeling that I’ve been solely, solely missing.

Filed under Melbourne Theatre Soe Hok Gie Athenaeum Theatre

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Life sucks at the moment; Still holding on to that Promise of a better day to come.
Note to self.

Filed under hope

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I love you more than a fat boy loves cakes, ‘cause you’re my little cupcake.
What cheered me up today.

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Blindfold.

There are people that has their whole life already cut out for them. They don’t even have to lift one finger, yet all will still fall into place.

Sometimes, I envy those people.

Let’s call a spade a spade, early adulthood is not the most breezy of all times. The world of the unknowns always shroud you, as well as the clouds of gray and confusion.

You always find yourself at crossroads after crossroads without knowing what step leads where.

It’s like living life with a blindfold.

And it’s scary.

What do we do?

Filed under confusion crossroads early adulthood

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Falling rapidly, falling hard.

Tonight, Christoph looked like an angel. His white shirt never shone more brightly in the moonlight.

Even after a foolish mistake I did, he lifted my chin and kissed my lips that sit on my tear-jerked face. He didn’t care how smudged my mascaras are or how puffy my eyes are.

And ever so sweetly, he smiled. That kind of smile that ties my stomach into a million knots and that turns my knees to jellies.

God, I fell in love. And I fell hard.

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