Cerebrator - Psychology Thinker

26/06/2023

23/02/2022

THE BIOLOGY GARDEN IN THE RAIN

Fresh and pure - the water from the sky
Raining down on my shoulder
A sudden winter breeze twists and twines
And the air seems a bit colder

Clouds covering the sky like sheets
Sun lights, nowhere to be found
I shyly stumble on my feet
In the many virescent sounds

A white butterfly comes over
Realize no one is here
I know that I am sober
But I am on the rear
Of reality

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I was revisiting my old diaries where I stored poems, lyrics, and personal accounts. Suddenly, I stumbled upon this simple poem I wrote in 7th grade. Quoted, ''It gave me a sense of freedom. I feel a happy sadness... I wanted to just stand there, for all the world as if this was a paradise of my own''.

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Pic: 21' Postkasse

06/10/2021

9A: WE DON'T NEED BIRTHDAY CANDLES TO LIGHT UP OUR HEARTS
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Secondary school ended abruptly due to COVID-19, leaving the stories of 9A unfinished. However, it shall never come to an end. There's a saying that "Once Amser, forever Amser''... and the same goes for the home we were once and are always part of: 9A.

I went back to our class 3 months ago and picked up some photos that were left behind, unscathed. Even though the lights had been brought down, that space still radiated an illuminous warmth I could recall right away. Looking at those pictures were like revisiting old places, re-watching a film from our childhood that we had almost forgotten.

I wrote, "The memories that our class painted are forever marked on our school years... Our class had harvested a crop of success and prizes... not only because 9A is comprised of talented students but also because we had an inspiring homeroom teacher to lead our paths.''

We celebrated the most iconic birthdays ever, didn't we?