still
there’s a reason why i’m quiet.
it’s cold
it’s 10 degrees below freezing, at least in my own skin.
toes feel numb.
heart feels frozen.
mind is arrested.
not even this weather can defrost me.
not even if i’d become half baked.
eyes becoming crystal ice.
teeth becoming decalcified.
words stopping abruptly before completing a word.
not even the warmest embrace.
not even you.
wood
three splinters since i started this job.
most timber spikes i’ve had stuck under my skin for my past 21 years.
fucking inefficient broom.
my (anti)life
for 6 years of my life, this is all i have to show for it.
a fake
digitalised
cluster of pixels
that reflect where i wish i lived, in the life i wish i was in.
how childish and fantasy-like.
i’m not totally ready to let go, but it’ll come one day.
it wasn’t a wasted childhood as you might think. sometimes when you know reality is cruel, drenching your soul in absolute bliss of phantasmagoria and complexity is really the only choice you have.
nostalgic? perhaps.
Indeed, this is the blog of Franky Liu. Voukah is simply a compilation of random thoughts and useless rambling as he goes through an interestingly mundane life. With that, he is quite emotional and many times annoying; sometimes he wonders if he is narcissistic as well. He also may cause upset stomach. He also enjoys speaking in third person.