A Milkyway Melody

Do you think you are good enough? How can you not try harder? Why do you always slack? Why didn't you make the right decision? How can you be so sure? Why are you so confused all the time? Why don't you stop worrying? Why do you always get lost? Why so serious? What's the point? Why are you tired all the time? Where is the self-love? Why do you stay up late? Why don't you smile more? How can you be happy? Why do you procrastinate? Why did you stop dreaming? Who are your friends? Do you miss me? Who is your admiration? Why won't you cherish the moment? Did you find love? Why do you try to be perfect? What do you read? What do you watch? What are you scared of? Why do you have so many regrets? Why don't you laugh your heart out? What is your salvation? Where do you wanna be? Why don't you count your blessings? Why are you so different? What is holding you back? Why can't you fight a bit harder? Why don't you want to c...

Once upon a time, on a cold winter day in class. She was almost sliding out of the chair, couldn't compose her posture or concentrate on the lecture. All the math seemed stupid, engineering figures and the robotic linkages looked like lego blocks and toy figures. Her brain hurts. Too much. She shifted her gaze away from the screen. She wanted to scream at the top of her lungs - I don't want this. This isn't what I expected. She wanted to bang on the tables and say I've had enough, Please stop it. She wanted to scream GaAhahAh Arghhh. But, Can't. She wanted to do something with her hands or voice or visually make a mess of something. All that she could do was draw. She used her coloured pens to draw zig-zag lines, circles, stars, scribble weird shapes that made no sense. She stopped and wondered why she was doing this. She looked at people around her and started to write down the notes. She started tapping her feet, flexing her muscles and focusing on her breath. ...