Screens breathe like illusions I stay, I scroll, I fade,
Time leaks like code through the cracks I made.
Every second hums a hollow tune,
I chase false suns through digital moon.
Stress blooms like ink across my chest,
Hope withers quiet, lost in the mess.
Deadlines whisper, “perform, achieve,”
Yet all I crave is room to breathe.
My “devoir” ; duty, or quiet despair?
I climb a ladder that leads nowhere.
The weight of wanting tears my stare.
Still. through the glass, I meet my eyes,
A stranger built of sleepless tries.
Inside, scared of my reflection’s lies.
Anita Murgulch is a high school junior (H3) at the Taipei European School with a passion for law, international relations, and diplomacy. She has taken part in volunteer work, explored legal and diplomatic settings through internships. Outside the classroom, Anita is active in sports such as horse riding, badminton and tennis, and has competed nationally in equestrian jumping. She also enjoys creative projects, from producing film critique writing and podcasts with her cinema team to designing awareness campaigns with her group Rise & Reach collaborating with other NGO’s. Fluent in several languages, Anita hopes to pursue a career in international law and diplomacy, combining academic study with meaningful action.
Latest posts by Anita Murgulch (see all)
- Recognition Isn’t Justice: Taiwan’s Indigenous People and the Unfinished Promise of Equality - November 24, 2025
- How First Encounters in Fiction (And In Life) Shape One’s Destiny and Identity - October 28, 2025
- Sleepless tries - October 18, 2025
