The Lovesong Writer

i'm nervous now. very nervous. it's the way the computer keeps staring at me. mocking me slowly. it's the way my coffee cup (yes, i do drink coffee) sits on my table watching me. it's the way this damned keyboard mocks me when i have nothing to type. it's because i have to do a portfolio of my literary works and now i'm nervous that i'm not good enough. i always fancied my name in black and white, a byline under the headlines. i always preferred to take congratulations for my writing instead of music. weird ain't it? when all we could do last time was sit around and say that we were gonna be a rock star someday. and now i'm writing because i'm stuck - yet AGAIN. dear me, i do hope it's enough.

-su rin

it's the way everything looks at you.

11:42 pm;
Still waiting for you-