Historias de Joyandsorrow

Prequel to Sock Puppets: Liu Yangyang How Jeno and Jaemin became the spirits of Sorrow and Joy. An NCT Fanfiction.

Our story was written even without us, realizing it. I was born and so are you. I was brought up with so little to grow up with. You were brought up with so much that your life seems glittering and quite fanciful. When life's highways got a contruction will the reroute be making our path's crossover?

I write what I fail to speak. Just a collection of my own poems and some random stuffs that come out of my mind. Some works are a glimpse of my reality while others are simply products of my imagination's creativity. Writing poems has been my own way of expressing myself more whenever I'm happy, to let off some steam when I'm angry and to lessen my sadness at times when it overwhelms me. Note that the images I used as the story cover as well as those used in each part of my story are not, in any way, owned by me. The credit belongs to its rightful owners.

A way of escaping the reality of facing great lies. Lies that will drag you down to the lowest rank. Hating people who are always insecure about what they have. My time is worth more than a diamond, Be precious and spend only on what is essential. This is just a collection of random poetry that pops into my mind out of nowhere. I may not be as good as others, but what is important is to express and share what I feel in different moments of my life, rather than verbally sharing it with the insecure people around me. May you even enjoy the short poems.

Isaac Hale doesn't feel much these days. At nineteen, he drifts through college with noise-cancelling headphones and a half-hearted pulse, haunted by a quiet depression he no longer tries to explain. He's not looking for a miracle. He's just trying to make it to tomorrow. Then he hears her. Lena Marlowe is loud in the quietest way. A songwriter with tangled hair and a voice like a secret, she doesn't just enter rooms, she changes them. When she stumbles into Isaac's life at an open mic night, something shifts. He doesn't believe in fate, but he believes in the way she makes him feel less lost. As late-night conversations turn into shared songs and something softer begins to bloom, Isaac starts to imagine the possibility of more, more than numbness, more than just surviving. But some things can't last forever.

"If you are a dreamer come in If you are a dreamer a wisher a liar A hoper a pray-er a magic-bean-buyer If you're a pretender com sit by my fire For we have some flax golden tales to spin Come in! Come in!" ― Shel Silverstein 🔹 This is a collection of poems penned by me. Hope these finds the way to your heart 🔹 ©️®️ Keerthana web-of-thoughts