Some days, it's a poem. Some days, it's a letter. Some days, it's me pretending to be Sherlock Holmes. Some days, it'll be fantasy, some days it'll be reality. Some days, it'll be a novel idea. I might regret this and try to forget it, but unless I understand it, or the me of right now longer exists, I will forever never forget, for I must taste regret never to regret.

Bring me back my hope.

Just the thoughts of someone who's drifting through life. A floater, just drifting in life.

mostly random ideas, letters to friends, rants here and there ©2017

Digital Journal- supposedly a secret, but no one knows me here anyway. I have no one to share my thoughts and secrets. Instead of looking for someone to whom I can talk to, I decided to share it here instead. Well, this journal is NOT FOR EVERYONE. It's FOR ME. For me to remember where I have been these days during the havoc of world's progression and calamities.This is not an art, it is not poetic nor artistic. It is a glimpse of how I've been through.

Just a little journal where I write down therian stuff!

literally in the title, will update when i can!!

what I wish I could say but I do not have the confidence.

Hello there and welcome to a different style of story compared to my usual ones, called 'Enanan's Poetry Journal' Despite not really liking poetry as a subject, I find sometimes with certain topics in my mind my pen flows smoother and suddenly I have poems written, so I hope that I can entertain you with these few short ones, and hey, maybe there might be a few future story hints in these poems, so keep an eye out! :) New poems will be uploaded every 2-3 weeks!! Started: 21st March 2024 Finished:

Life is like a symphony - beautiful, layered, and moving - but also filled with clashing notes, missed beats and moments of silence. The Bittersweet from realizing that joy and pain are inseparable parts of the same song and thus Fiary Diary