Everyone who terrifies you is sixty-five percent water.
And everyone you love is made of stardust, and I know sometimes
you cannot even breathe deeply, and
the night sky is no home, and
you have cried yourself to sleep enough times
that you are down to your last two percent, but
nothing is infinite,
not even loss.
You are made of the sea and the stars, and one day
you are going to find yourself again.
This is the very poem that has inspired me to name my blog 65percent.
I’m an 18-year-old stardust-ocean-sky conjuration, born on an island where it’s summer all year round and there is no winter and autumn and spring to romanticise about. So, I imagine it in my head. I wish to pen down every moment of my life that is worth remembering. Sometimes I get so deep even my future self cannot comprehend my words. My mum says I’m naturally melancholic and my head is always dreaming of elsewhere. Maybe that’s not such a bad thing.
- extreme dreamer
- an extrovert with an introvert mind
- strolls around the lake
- meeting strangers
- the smell of books and libraries
- the sky
- the moon
- the clouds
- being alone
- being surrounded by people
- having conflicting emotions
- fuzzy socks
coffee shop music
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