Do not sleep with WorryWorry is no good in BedHe will interrupt your slumberSpinning dramas like a webHe will plant seeds in your gardenThey will strangle all you've grownPulling roots up from your flowerbedsTo make room there for his ownHe will take your precious memoriesAnd paint them murky greyHe will meet your inner childAnd send … Continue reading Do not sleep with Worry
Author: karin.sabrina.sinambela
Human
Stardust
Wild hope - Donna Ashworth
Waterfall
Sipiso Piso waterfall, North Sumatra, Indonesia There's something mystical about waterfall. The mist, the moist air, the whole scenery, the powerful yet Serene beauty of a waterfall have left a deep impression on me.
The Tao of Self-Confidence
I spent this weekend reading this book and it's a weekend well spent! Ms.Chan shares her rough journey to forge a path for her own life. A different path from what her family, her relatives, and her culture expect from her. Her story is pretty much relatable to me. In many Asian cultures, a woman … Continue reading The Tao of Self-Confidence
Tea, always.
A slow afternoon. It’s raining.A romantic drizzle, a cool breeze. It’s daydream-perfect. The mug can be refilled as many times as I like. I’m sitting on the porch. The neighborhood is quiet, prayers from the nearby mosques fill the wet air. There’s magic in the rain—or so I believe. I made a new friend today, … Continue reading Tea, always.
Kaldera
Unbeatable trio! Lake Toba, Great Running event, and my favorite human ❤️❤️
Friends
I am lucky to have known so many friends in life... Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.Anais Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1
Revolt
Once, when I was a kid, I wondered what happened after we turned off the TV. Where did the small people go? What did they do until morning, when they had to perform again? I was a kid—I said it. But now, the question is different: What do we do when the performances never stop? … Continue reading Revolt
A monologue
(Lights up. A lone figure, mid-thirties maybe, sits at a table, phone in hand. She sighs, puts the phone down, and starts talking—not to anyone in particular. Maybe to herself. Maybe to us.) You know, today... I write just to stop myself from scrolling.Insta-land. Meta-land. Scroll-ville. Whatever we’re calling it now.I’m trying to escape it, … Continue reading A monologue
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