I am grateful for my trauma. For my many traumas. Without them, I would not be able to appreciate the smaller things in life. The little glimpses of hope. The intricacies and layers of happiness. Even if experienced only for a moment. When replayed in your mind. Over and over. Can last a lifetime. Tonight…… Continue reading Trauma.
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Creative writing
Tell us about your first day at something — school, work, as a parent, etc. The first entry in my new journal for creative writing x
Advocate
Pouring my heart out in the most wholesome way.
Hunger.
I am hungry. Hungry for love. Starved of love. At arms length from a table full of love, piled high on plentiful platters. I have bounds of love to feed other people, but no one to share it with. No plates to polish clean. No food fights to intervene. No memories shared. No feelings felt…… Continue reading Hunger.
Night owl.
Hindsight huh?
Connection
I got a little lost amidst the chaos.
Read and relax.
If you didn’t need sleep, what would you do with all the extra time? One of my biggest issues with myself is that I would never have the time in the world to read all the texts that I want to read. To learn all the languages I want to learn. To travel the world.…… Continue reading Read and relax.
Loving again
What’s something you would attempt if you were guaranteed not to fail. I will never love again. Nothing is infallible.
Yes
Do you trust your instincts? Yes I always have, I have rarely ever been wrong.
The Moon is no longer a destination.
How much would you pay to go to the moon? The Moon is often symbolic in literature as something to obtain, discover, shoot for, explore or perhaps a destination for a better life. What I wouldn’t give to achieve the latter? The lyrics of London Grammar’s ‘Oh Woman, Oh Man’ – “There is nothing I…… Continue reading The Moon is no longer a destination.
Me, Myself and Who am I? 