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SLEEP Zine Issue 001
Pick a world, resurface. Relight your lashes you can afford not to turn left nor right
CHOO HUI YI CLAIREWEE
“QUIET RIOT” BESSIE YE
I wonder if it’s me but it seems like every girl will meet this one man who will change the way you think forever. You may love him you may not. He could be kind or he could be an asshole. Some of them, they steal your youth from you overnight. But we steal from them too, their knowledge and power. At the end of the day we all take away a piece of each other. I met mine 2 years ago, and with every breath i still ache for him. He makes me feel beautiful but he wrecks me at the same time. He makes me believe in love yet makes me incapable of loving. When he looks at me i feel like nothing in the world really compares but i can’t help but wonder if i am but a mere object. But i don’t love him, this person who opened my eyes and made me who i am. Because from him i learnt that men like that don’t deserve my love and trust. but i will forever be in lust with him.
ANGIE CHEN
A flurry of emotions disappearing into dark and empty spaces, and how the very thought of someone you miss makes you feel ever so slightly warmer.
KAETING KIKII
I am again, aching in places I thought has already healed. I don’t know why, and I don’t know how. I just ache. I want it to stop. But I have no idea how.
“QUIET RIOT” BESSIE YE CHERIE LOUISE
“DEATH BY TECHNOLOGY” CHOO HUI YI
KAETING KIKII
KAETING KIKII
“QUIET RIOT” BESSIE YE
ZOE TAN
I am on the peak of my happiness again and sometimes, I feel like I’m just waiting for everything to fall apart.
CHERIE LOUISE
KAETING KIKII
How fragile happiness is, that the moment we feel happy we start to fear its end.
“QUIET RIOT” BESSIE YE KAETING KIKII
And how addictive sadness is, that we are compelled to dwell in the its memories long after it has passed.
KAETING KIKII
CHOO HUI YI
“QUIET RIOT” BESSIE YE
Imagine a time warp of feelings you can’t get out of. A jolt of adrenaline a certain memory brings, but generally just confusion, those that keep you awake at night even though you haven’t slept for nights and you’re dead tired and you breathe in, breathe out, and you’re aware of just that movement. And you’re aware of your thoughts but you just can’t put a finger onto what they are. Just a restless jumble, but a repetition of the same old things you think of every second when you’re awake, and in your dreams, and when you’re drunk, and then sober. When nothing makes sense, when you get pissed at everyone and every little thing, when you start to hate yourself for these same emotions. When everything you do doesn’t help curb the pain, every bottle every stick every cut doesn’t sink in. Doesn’t clear your head like you hope it would. It tires me so. Again and again and again stop repeating please stop.
KAETING KIKII
KAETING KIKII
KAETING KIKII
KAETING KIKII
JASMINE JJ
Do you know how on certain days, you seem to love the person more? It’s not the way you looked whenever we talked about the future with your eyes half closed, smiling...or the way your fingers slowly entwined themselves with mine unconsciously, willing them to move a certain way. I’d like to think that even though we might eventually pull apart someday, I’ll see you again where I first met you. We’ll have dinner at a fancy restaurant and you, as usual, will order for me and still manage to get it right. Because on those certain days, at least, we tried.
CHERIE LOUISE
KAETING KIKII
might maybe flow into a lake? might every kiss in the sky turn (red)? might. whereupon the tremble places his arms on my lips, his eyes at my throat -dark as it is
CLAIRE WEE CHOO HUI YI
contributors
ANGIE CHEN
BESSIE YE
http:// lustcombust.tumblr.com/
http:// shownd.com/ bessieye/
CHERIE LOUISE
CLAIRE WEE
http:// cheehry.livejournal.com/
http:// breath-her.tumblr.com/
CHOO HUI YI
JASMINE JJ
http:// cargocollective.com/ revolt
http:// iwannareadyou.wordpress.com/
ZOE TAN
KAETING KIKII http:// loversndreamers.tumblr.com/
Zine only contains original artwork and was compiled by Kaeting Kikii
DIARY OF THE INSOMNIACS, DREAMERS, AND LONELY SOULS OF THE NIGHT