Words & Writings

Sumar Ugla

Ég er ugla, sumar ugla
Ég er ugla, sumar ugla
Ég er ugla, sumar ugla
Ég er ugla, sumar ugla

Most of the time I draw myself as a bunny, but perhaps I’m an owl at heart. Such a tragedy because an owl eats a bunny and I start to feel like eating myself inside out. I put Rugla on repeat mode and think very patiently as if I had all time I’d need. I left my suitcase a half opened, and my books bookmarked. My ego makes me an owl at night. An owl; a summer owl, because I like the rain. And, if I die, I want to die with the fireflies.

I’m an owl
su-summer owl

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Puty Puar. F/27. Indonesian. Former rocker, blogger, freelance illustrator, book enthusiast, who is running little business while homemaking. Started this blog in 2002.