난 괜찮아♔ Fingertips tracing patterns across the canvas of the sky♕ 忙着追逐天空中的流星♙

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16 year old. Visionary. STEM student. Aspiring entrepreneur. Most importantly, a writer whose love for the universe will flow from her fingertips into this misty software network of codes and algorithms and somehow find its place in your heart.

P.S. Finally updated this after so long. I'm sixteen now, oh how time flies. Getting rusty :/

Published Work

crushed lavender blossoms

You grabbed me and
your hands sought out my
nectarine heart and squeezed it,
wrung out all the sweet chrysanthemum sap 
and tossed the crushed lavender remains into
the dirt and from there the most ethereal flowers bloomed.


His eyes burn bright holes
in the galaxy of my heart
for sweet honeydew scented
sunlight to seep through at sunset
and those are called


kyōka suigetsu
  1.   n. (Japanese) - lit. "flower in the mirror, moon on the water"; flowers reflected on a mirror and the moon reflected on the water's surface; something that is visible but having no substance; the subtle and profound beauty of poems that cannot be described in words

in an alternate dimension
where the universe is not made up of stars and planets
but mirages knitted together by fine silk and crushed lavender blossoms
there is a girl with

skin as smooth as the golden ichor of gods that drips
from the the fine cracks in her facade
piling into her collarbones like rainwater
and a smile as strong as paper on a windy day

she stands unmoving and saccharinely sweet
in a bed of honey-laced roses
who feel fortunate to kiss her ankles
and bloom out of the molten stardust that fall from her eyes

there is a gentle breath of petals scattering 
on the glassy...

Wings [Breathe. Continuation]

The first question that formed in her hazy mind was “Where?”.  It was a good question, really. Pink paper-like flakes cascaded down upon her, gently brushing against her ankles as they fell around her. She extended her bony fingers, catching one in her deathly pale palm, the soft sliver like a splash of paint on plain canvas. As she kneaded it between her fingers, a word slipped unconsciously through her mind. “P-e-t-a-l,” she said, enunciating each syllable carefully, the word foreign on her tongue as she regarded the petal with newfound interest. The word made the corners of her dry, cracked lips twitch upwards. She had seen these before, but where, or with whom, she had no idea. She racked her brains, trying to remember why she was here, to no avail. All she knew, was that she felt happy. And this was what happiness felt like.

The wind swirled around her, smelling of cherry blossoms,...


Beep. Beep. Beeeep.

The girl sat up on the mattress which seemed as hard as wood, her bones and muscles creaking and groaning under the sudden movement. Her eyes were wide and wild, her face an expression of pure panic as she clawed at her skin pulled taut over her ribcage, her long nails digging into her skin and drawing blood.

She was back from the utopia of her dreams, yet again surrounded by the familiar bleached white walls. Beeping machines with long tendrils snaked down her arm, finding a home in her skin. She winced, her breathe rattling through her throat. A jolt of pain rushed through her nervous system, leaving the tips of her toes and fingers tingling. Her lungs felt like they were caving in, taking the rest of her pale, almost lifeless body with them.

“Artie?” She croaked. Each syllable was like knives stabbing her windpipe. Artie was her doctor, and they had known each other...

Flowers on the Street

It is only between
the cracks in the asphalt
wild flowers can bloom

It is only between
the cracks in your heart
wild flowers can bloom

金継ぎ [Kintsugi] (Play)

Kintsugi (金継ぎ, "golden joinery"), also known as Kintsukuroi (金繕い, "golden repair"),[1] is the Japanese art of repairing broken pottery with lacquer dusted or mixed with powdered gold, silver, or platinum, a method similar to the maki-e technique.[2][3][4] As a philosophy, it treats breakage and repair as part of the history of an object, rather than something to disguise.[5]
  • Crack (ひび), the use of gold dust and resin or lacquer to attach broken pieces with minimal overlap or fill-in from missing pieces
  • Piece method (欠けの金継ぎ例), where a replacement ceramic fragment is not available and the entirety of the addition is gold or gold/lacquer compound
  • Joint call (呼び継ぎ), where a similarly shaped but non-matching fragment is used to replace a missing piece from the original vessel creating a patchwork effect[14]
As a philosophy, kintsugi can be seen to have similarities to the Japanese philosophy of wabi-sabi,...


她 往 白 色 的 油 漆 里 摻 入 悲 伤 和 孤 独 的 液 体 物 质 然 后 搅 拌
她 提 着 一 通 空 洞 爬 上 了 架 在 生 活 的 缤 纷 的 梯 子 然 后 涂 抹
她 把 iPhone 里 烦 死 人 的 Twitter 拿 出 来 涂 过 又 在 放 回 去 然 后 涂 白 翅 膀
她 把 传 真 机 的 最 后 一 张 传 真 纸 拿 出 来 涂 过 又 在 放 回 去 然 后 涂 白 纽 带
她 把 电 视 机 里 的 节 目 拿 出 来 涂 过 又 在 放 回 去 然 后 涂 白 休 闲 和 娱 乐
她 把 邮 件 中 层 层 密 码 包 围 下 的 日 记 和 文 档 拿 出 来 涂 过 又 在 放 回 去 然 后...

Secret Garden

When I first met you
Flowers started growing
In the darkest parts of my mind
Splashes of paint on this blank canvas

Hues of violet and blue
A kaleidoscope of coloured lights
They found the sunshine within my body
Petals raised towards the galaxies

Full of loneliness
This garden bloomed
Full of thorns
I bind myself amongst the twines
And willed myself to wither

Bloomed in a garden of my heart
A fleeting flower that resembles you
I wanted to give it to you
Nurse it back to life

It's too late
Your petals have been tainted
By the poison in my mind
Lost and scattered into the wind

The only thing I can do
In this secret garden within me
Enclosed and sheltered by the walls of my heart
Hidden, locked away from this universe
Is to bloom another pretty flower that resembles you
For the rest of eternity


kyōka suigetsu
  1.   n. (Japanese) - lit. "flower in the mirror, moon on the water"; flowers reflected on a mirror and the moon reflected on the water's surface; something that is visible but having no substance; the subtle and profound beauty of poems that cannot be described in words

a sound of something breaking
i awake from sleep
a sound full of unfamiliarity
thick ice begins forming over my skin

gentle breath of petals scattering
on the glassy surface of a mirror
the reflection of a withered flower
is anything but the truth

palms flat against the cold plane
a face imprisoned underneath
reaching out for that flower
fingertips brushing across its petals almost

cracked visage which cannot be touched
gazing through the fourth wall
into the alternate dimension
lips curved into a phantom smile
forever etched into the ice

the fragments of spring gently fade away
bound within the mirror
the scent of the flower's pinkish...

Wilting Wallflowers


  1. 1.
    a southern European plant with fragrant yellow, orange-red, dark red, or brown flowers that bloom in early spring.
  2. 2.
    a shy or excluded person at a dance or party, especially a girl without a partner.
    "I felt like a miserable wallflower at a boisterous party"

And aren't we all just wilting wallflowers
in a crowded garden
waiting for someone
who will appreciate
the beauty of our petals
while they still exist?


What if he
stares at you
every time
you look away?

that is why
our eyes never meet

Much like
the paths of
star-crossed lovers and
the parallel lines
on your 3rd grade math paper


• s y p n o s i s •

DECYPHER|BTS. Copyright January 2018. By Blankitude.

In Fanfiction.

This book is dedicated to BTS and ARMY. ♡

s u m m a r y

나리 • (nari)

The Lily, a flower which represents passion, purity, and rebirth.
3AM today, Nari Jang, fulltime fangirl, listens to her idol group BTS's songs to fall asleep.
3AM 5 years ago, she awoke in a deserted place with completely no memories of her past.

2018, BTS soars to become the top social artists worldwide. Nari is proud; she has been supporting them for the past 5 years. No, they were more of her lifeline, a support she has clung tightly onto and never let go. They were kin, and she knows them better than almost anyone else on this planet. Yet to her, they were also mere strangers whom she has never met before. Or are they really?

Nari has...

Of Two Girls (Play)


We are in a classroom. There are 2 rows of tables arranged diagonally across the stage.

The spotlight shines on SARA who seats in the row closest to the audience, in the stage centre, with her hand raised up proudly in the air. She is dressed impeccably, the pleats of her navy blue skirt evidently ironed down, unruffled and free from wrinkles; her white blouse crisp and adorned with a glossy badge with the “PREFECT” imprinted on it; her tie drawn securely to her collar. On the bridge of her nose, a beautiful white mask with speckled gold is delicately balanced.

NARRATOR. (sitting behind Sara, hidden in the darkness; the audience do not know she is speaking)She was insanely perfect, with her flawless beauty and never-ending grace. Her charming smiles with perfect pearl white teeth and moon-shaped eyes, overflowing with charisma. Her straight 4.0 gpa grades that was destined to land her in a prestigious university. Since...


Influenza / Shark

They say it was a malign influence from stars
that bled, profusely, through faulty conduits then
encrusted with the cortex of a resounding truth marred - a poem told not how to end, only when.



We are all stars.
Alone in space.
Lit only by the light of companionship.


Influenza / Shark

while he is a shark, 
he will not come for you
when you spill your blood

No Pause for Breath

Happy Ending

when I found out that
it was not you who made 
my heart flutter
but instead,
the idea of you,
the idea of a happy ending;
it broke both of our hearts

Alice Down the Black Hole

Alice down the Black Hole
Topic 3. Holes

Civica Tales of ‘S’ Book Competition 2018 “Start with a Title”

Holes. She could see them everywhere. In the pockets of her ripped jeans, potholes on the road, in the trees where nature left its mark in the form of termite holes and hungry woodpeckers, in the blurry vision one wakes up to every morning, the strong sunlight piercing through the undersides of eyelids. Now she sees them again, as she gazed up into the darkened sky, the vast blanket of blue, black and purple. It was imperfect too, there were those holes which brilliant light shines through from the beyond, interrupting the unforgiving darkness. Education taught her that they were called “stars”. For some unknown reason, she was compelled to think that they were beautiful, and they completed the picture like dots on a blank canvas she had learnt to acknowledge as art. She reached for the heavens as the moon...

Open Prompt


the first time i held you
i realised
we were different pieces of a puzzle
never meant to fit

but i cracked my bones around you
sanded down my edges
learnt to bend my arms around you
forced our fingers to intertwine

so you could ease into the curve of my neck
and i will embrace you, tightly
like two puzzle pieces glued together
i would be with you forever
and keep you safe


you told me that if
i was the earth
you would be my sun

i didn't mind you breaking my heart as it is only

when there are cracks
that your bright light and fiery eyes
can cast light into the darkest corners of my heart
filling its core with hope and warmth

but you never told me
that the stars used to be planets like us
and if the earth was gone
smashed to pieces
reduced to ash left hanging in empty space


Don’t know where to go
Torn apart between two worlds
Suspended within the air
Flailing, scrambling

A myriad of universes
Just within my reach
The choice is barely mine

1 2 3 4 5 6
Eyes closed while flipping coins
There aren’t enough dots on the dice I rolled
Which path am I to take
In this complicated labyrinth without an exit
Each step is only gonna lead deeper

This road is taking me nowhere
Afraid I’m just walking around in circles
Afraid I’ll just hit a dead end

So small and vulnerable
Out here in the open space
Stumbling across the wilderness
The occasional predator
The trusted friend
Who would lead me, who would guide me

I feel like I’m walking on a tightrope
Just a step out of the line can lead to damnation
Which road is wrong
Which road is right
There are paths they say I mustn’t take
Don’t be foolish

City Lights

A toddler with huge blue eyes that seemed to hold the ocean ran up to her mother. “Mummy, mummy, look I caught a firefly.” Her hands were clasped tightly together, fingers interlacing. All around her were fireflies, thousands of them, lighting up the area with a beautiful glow, their soft wings brushing against her skin. To the child, she was swimming in a sea of lights, the firefly’s glow dancing in her eyes. To the child, the fireflies could light up the whole universe. The child tripped on something, maybe a rock or fallen twig. She fell forward without a sound. Her mother rushed forward, asking her if she was hurt, but the child just lay there, amongst the red and brown leaves that littered the hard asphalt. She stared, captivatedas the firefly flew out of her palms, brighter than ever in the dark night. It landed like a feather on the tips of her pale fingers and shook...


Gaze upon the swirling mass of stars and moons
Hanging delicately from the dark galaxies above
A silver thread barely visible
Is the only thing holding them back
From falling to the warm open arms of the earth

It’s a sight too majestic to comprehend
Dozens of stories, of forbidden love knitted into one
Vast blanket of blue, black, purple
The wind sending ripples across its surface
Churning turmoil of emotions, yet calmness lingers

Head tilted towards the heavens
I feel a bitter aftertaste creeping across on my tongue
My neck sore from the position, yet
My mind wonders
To your celestial eyes that burn feverishly into mine

Fingers outstretched towards the paradise above me
Brushing across its canvas, tracing patterns
Across your ethereal body
So near yet so far from you
My wishing star

My eyes are red and raw from searching
Hoping to catch of glimpse
Of your perfect smile as you hide playfully behind the clouds