Nikka Abby

I can’t sleep.

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Everything’s so quiet and calm at midnight.

I close my eyes. I can hear almost everything.

The humming of the fan.
The falling waterdrops outside our window.
The ticking of the clock.

Still, I can’t seem to relax.
Millions of ideas keep running in my head.
Each one of them fighting for my attention.

Some good, others destructive.

I close my eyes again,
Trying to shift my focus to the calming sounds in my room.

Everything is at peace, why can’t my mind be at peace, too?

I thought this was perfect for the Creative Corner Edition no.7 writing prompts of Diana C.| I thought I was safe in the arms of nightfall |” so I thought I’d publish it now. I haven’t published anything in a while so I hope I’m still welcome here. Until next time! ❤



Changing my point of view

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I’m changing.
I feel like I’m changing.
I don’t know exactly what but I feel it.

Is it my hair?
Is it my eyes?
Or maybe it’s the way I talk?

I’m not the same person I was before.
Is this a good thing? I hope so.

I cut off strings that were not good for my mental health.
I started to appreciate the little things I have in my life.
I made mistakes but it made me wiser.

We don’t have to physically see changes in the mirror
to know we’ve grown or we’ve changed.
And growth is always beautiful.



A fairytale-like love story.

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He was once the perfect guy.

The guy who wrote poems and songs just for her.

The guy who knew how to make her smile with his “oh-so-pretty” words.

The guy who she first held hands with while watching the sunset.

The guy who loved it when she laughs because she was his happiness.

The guy who twirled her like a princess in the mall.

The guy who taught her how to be fearless and widen her horizon.

The guy who made it possible to be mean but sweet at the same time.

Now it seems like it was all just another wonderful fairytale-like dream and she had to wake up.



Solitude and silence

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You’ve become so used to your “Home”

That flowers now bloom in it.

That’s okay,

There’s nothing wrong with being comfortable in your own bubble

Everyone needs to crawl back when the world gets too harsh outside.



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You make me smile.

[Coffee makes me happy, too]

I can stay up all night and not get sleepy when I talk to you.

[Just like when I drink my favorite cup of coffee]

You bring out my happy, energetic, fangirl side.

[Guess what, coffee gets me hyped, too]

Thank you for always being there for me!



Nikka Abby

Nikka Abby

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