Writing and Dreaming and Reading...

I got a text earlier today telling me that Diana Wynne Jones passed away. I felt numb. And shocked. And for the first time ever, for any celebrity, I cried. It hurt so bad, and I can't even really explain why. She meant a lot to me. And she was one of my hopes and dreams. I cried, because she's gone, and there's nothing we'll ever see again on this side of life. 

The only way I thought I knew her was through her stories. I loved her stories like mad. I'd devour them and live through them, again and again. I'd dream about them and wonder and crave for more. She was the writer I wanted to grow to become. She was my inspiration. I loved her stories. Therefore I loved her. She didn't write like anybody else, and it felt like I get to know her everytime I read more of her works. And I love how she makes the story, it's interwoven intricacies and warmth. Her stories are sturdy and full of adventure and wonder. And that hint of romance in it makes me feel more for it than a lot of love stories do.

I wanted to meet her and talk to her, and find out more, find out if it's true. But it'll never happen now. All that is left, is a grave to visit. 

RIP Diana Wynne Jones.

Note: Neil Gaiman.

If you need adventurers of sturdy hearts,

To leave home with will,

Be honest, true and do their parts,

And withstand all the thrills.

Gear me up 'cos I'm ready to go,

And fly away to the unknown,

Never worry if I'd hit a low,

There's no one to drag me down.

Take me to the skies,

Plunge me in the heart of blues,

I need to see a different space,

My soul yearns to grow.

It's not that I have none, 

That I love and leave behind,

My romance has come and done,

I leave no hearts yearning mine.

Choose a path and lead the way,

To wonder and danger I am game,

To keep anticipating the next day,

Another adventure to add to our fame.

Ignore the teardrop, my emotional mess,

It's just an abberation, it won't hold me back,

I don't feel a thing, honest,

As long as I pretend, I can.

The banana is,

A delicious yellow fruit,

But don't eat the skin.

Went to Ops Pisang,

And did quite enjoy music,

Got a free book too.

Posed with yellow fruit,

Which I also later ate,

Got button badge too.

PS: Thanks TseHwei! 

Like a broken heart,

Two halves an ocean apart,

My home, Malaysia.