Sonia Voyage

Hi! Welcome back to SoniaVoyage 🌻 Hydration check first, because we’re not romanticizing dehydration in this house. It’s 10 PM, I literally just got home, and I had zero plans to write anything tonight. I’m tired, my brain is on low battery mode, and all I wanted was to exist peacefully. But of course, life said “no rest for you” and decided to give me emotional content instead. Very rude, honestly. This poem was written in five minutes (yes, five), because it was inspired by something that literally just happened. Not even a big dramatic event, just one of those tiny moments that suddenly mess with your vibe for no reason. The kind that makes you stare at the ceiling like… why am I thinking about this. Lately, I’ve been in this weird in-between era where interactions feel heavier than they should. Conversations that are technically normal, but somehow leave you feeling like something is missing. People who show up, but only halfway. Not sad, not angry, just mentally side-eyeing every...

Hi! Welcome back to SoniaVoyage 🌻 Please take a moment to pause. Maybe grab a drink before continuing. This one carries weight. I’m writing this on a quiet night, when everything feels a little too close to the surface. Not confusion, not sadness, but something sharper. The kind of feeling that settles in the body before it ever reaches language. There are experiences that do not arrive loudly. They come disguised as conversation, attention, and so-called good intentions. At first, you do not name them. You only notice your shoulders tightening, your breath changing, your sense of space slowly shrinking. This poem exists because I felt disgust. Not sudden or dramatic, but steady and unmistakable. The kind that appears when a boundary is crossed and someone insists on calling it something else. I did not write this to explain myself. I wrote it because some moments do not ask to be softened or forgiven. They ask to be documented. So here it is. A poem born from discomfort, refusa...

Hi! Welcome back to SoniaVoyage!🌻 Don't forget to have a drink, okay? Alright y’all.  I’m writing this on a quiet evening (actually it's 11:18 pm lol) where everything feels slightly off-balance... not in a sad way, just in that strange, in-between space where thoughts turn a little too poetic for their own good. You know those moments when someone’s presence in your life shifts a little, almost imperceptibly? Nothing dramatic, nothing you can point at… just a feeling that the air has rearranged itself. Lately, my days have been filled with tiny coincidences, half-meanings, and conversations that seem to hold more weight than the words themselves. I’m not sure what any of it means, maybe nothing, maybe something... but it’s enough to make me reach for a poem. So here it is. A quiet piece about ambiguity, distance, and the little mysteries people carry with them. Unsaid Coordinates by Uni Sonia Yulianti We move in borrowed hours, two shadows crossing unfamiliar light. Your p...

Hiii! Welcome back to SoniaVoyage!🌻 Don't forget to have a drink, okay? I wasn’t planning to write about a short story today. Like, seriously, I thought I’d just keep doing my usual poetry analysis thing, talk about metaphors and heartbreaks and all that. But this time feels different. There’s something that’s been haunting me since the day I read the news about Affan Kurniawan, an online driver who died after being run over by a police car. He was just doing his job, trying to survive, while chaos exploded around him. And yeah, it was raining that day too. Somehow that detail stuck in my head, like the world was crying too. The idea for Left Beneath the Rain actually started in the most random way. We were in the musholla, just sitting there after class, half-tired, half-existential, throwing ideas around like we always do. CT said something about writing a story that hurts, like something that leaves people speechless. Lexi added how she was tired of seeing injustice everywher...

Hiii! Welcome back to SoniaVoyage!🌻 Don't forget to have a drink, okay? I’m sitting alone writing this while everyone in this café is with friends, playing games, laughing, doing their things. Me? I have none. Nada. Zero. Today’s tragedy really hits me hard. I see people with crazy achievements, people getting praise, some even getting critiqued but still shining, and suddenly I think about myself in the crowd… yeah, some people know me. They recognize me. They say “oh, hey, hi,” maybe even smile, but… why aren’t they actually coming to me? Why don’t they care to really pay attention? It’s like I exist in their world, but only as a fleeting thought. Like I’m background noise they remember, then forget. And it stings. It hurts. Like, I know they notice me, but it feels hollow. I start thinking, “maybe I should just be an NPC in this life, do my work quietly, don’t try to flex hobbies or join events, don’t even try to be cool…” I feel trashy, small, unimportant. I scroll through...

Hiii! Welcome back to SoniaVoyage!🌻 Don't forget to have a drink, okay? It’s 11 PM and my brain's doing that thing again... y’know, spinning like a fan that just won’t stop. So yeah, I thought I’d write a little something. Tonight, I feel like kaze... that’s “wind” in Japanese. And just like wind, sometimes I feel light... fresh... like I’m flying or finally breathing. But other times? That wind turns cold, messy, loud. It blows through my chest, stirs up old thoughts, and suddenly I’m stuck overthinking everything I said, everything I didn’t say... So if you’re here, maybe you’ve felt that too like your mind’s a storm that won’t shut up. If so, you’re not alone. Let’s talk about it. Kaze in Mind By Uni Sonia Yulianti Lying awake with wide-open eyes, Thoughts like letters the silence denies. Today's echoes still haunt the air, A frozen wind, a vacant stare. I shouldn't have spoken, not that, not this, Regrets parade in an endless abyss. Mistakes like firestorms burn th...