Hong Kong

Hi! I'm just one of the many writers on this site. I like science and the creative arts. In my spare time, I like to draw, write and do photography!

I try not to write angst-y pieces, but do anyways XD

Feedback is greatly appreciated!!

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“A bird who hurt her wing,
now forgotten how to fly.

A song she used to sing,
but can't remember why.

A breath she caught and kept -
that left her in a sigh.

It hurts her so to love you,
but she won't say goodbye.”

― Lang Leav


January 12, 2019


    'I heard people describe love as a flame, a burning desire to be with someone. I could only imagine how painful the flames of true love was, but romanticized about the fact that soulmates endured the pain to be with each other. "Because, after all", I thought, "No pain no gain."  I was young, naive and hopeful. I decided to search for someone to give me a matchstick to light up my fire. Most sticks were duds, some lighting up before dying, but none of them lasted enough to make a worthy fire. Until you handed me yours. I lit it and a roaring, orange flame appeared.
    But the blazing fire startled me, and I quickly put it out. I never found something quite as powerful again.'

^^ Written from a character's perspective


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  • Quille

    Fantastic! I love the powerful way you use this metaphor :DDDD

    about 1 year ago