#lokilaine

[lokilaine]

I have been longing for something I couldn’t name. And until now, there are no right words to really describe what I have been longing for. Maybe it doesn’t have a name after all.

-fate

[lokilaine]

I write because I feel; I am human.

-fate

[lokilaine]

There was something in the air—

Something magnificent, too deep to bear.

It touched my skin, soft and fair.

The day has come, the years draw near.

I was called, not to live in fear,

But to walk with it,

Whether the path is

vague or clear.

09.06.25

[lokilaine]

I just realized, no one actually knows me. In this land, nobody knew me as I knew myself. No one knows what goes in my mind and what I really feel everytime I’m awake. No one knows, because they only know me by name.

11:39 | room

[lokilaine]

When I asked the universe to give me a reason to live, it conspired and led me to you.

- fate | imnotinlove

[lokilaine]

Writing is simple yet complicated for difficult people.

I think about writing whenever my mind is full of chaos. I believe that if I write something, all the unspoken words will come out, and I will finally be free. But I am like a bird locked in her cage, unable to fly and free herself. The sounds of my thoughts are like a cacophony, trying to ravage my brain and my heart. Writing would be a great way of escaping—I thought. But lately, I’ve realized I can’t even find the right words to describe what I really feel. Words are not enough. Why do I suck at everything? I had my pen and paper, but I wrote nothing. Writing is not enough. They will not free the unspoken words, as they are too much. I am too much.

-fate

[lokilaine]

It was fine

The day before yesterday was fine. There was no special event happened. But maybe there was? I lived. I had my life there. There was no online class and I did nothing but to do simple and usual things. Normal and plain. No complaints, no anger, no sadness but I was not very happy either.

The day before yesterday was fine. It was enough and normal. I felt normal.

12:22 AM

[lokilaine]

When you feel like you’re in the wrong house, you probably entered the wrong door. Nevertheless, there would surely a window to escape through.

-fate