I am.

I am the sunlight that falls on your face At dawn. I am the breeze that hits you all over. I am the crisp smell of leaves. I am the sand, the mud, the dust You walk on. I am the rain that cleanses your soul. I am something that’s whole. A world that’s revolving... Continue Reading →


Hello 2018

  I think it’s safe to say that 2017 has been a terrible year for me and for a lot of other people in general. 2017 has been the year where I had a lot of anxiety attacks, went into depression and just consistently hated myself throughout the year. It’s been the least productive years... Continue Reading →

Entry #1

I don't know. I don't know you. I don't know how messy or slick your hair is. I don't know how pink your lips are And it kills me Because I'm searching And I don't know what to look for. What is it that I must look for to find you? Thousands of people pass... Continue Reading →

The world in me

I’m just like every other person on the outside. A human. The nose, skin, hair, hands, legs, toes…but inside – Inside me is a whole new world. A cosmic- it holds the most beautiful things within it. What do you see when you look at me? The world in me? Or The superficial body I... Continue Reading →


Have you seen her? The girl who looks like me- but not quite. She smiled more often, Her laugh was mesmerising, the way she moved around looked like she was dancing. She was art that I had failed to see I lost her. One day, I said go and she left. I threw her out... Continue Reading →


There are two types of writers when something devastating occurs. Those who write and write and write. That ‘devastating occurrence’ makes them want to write and write and write. They manage to create a delicate, beautiful, vulnerable piece of work from their sorrow. The second type consists of writers who break. Their minds go blank... Continue Reading →

"Are you okay?" "No.Not really. I feel the hatred I have for myself in my bones and my entire body aches in pain. My hands shake and my eyes burn. How can I be okay?" "But.... You seem rather happy everyday" "Maybe that's because it's easier to pretend." "How do you live like that?" ".... Continue Reading →

The chasm in time

Dark brown hair with matching colored eyes, they looked rather dead to me. Every part of me and every cell inside of me seemed dead to me. I didn't know what day it was or what year it was. All I could comprehend was that little girl standing opposite me. That girl had messy hair-so... Continue Reading →

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