A phrase I’ve heard often through life is ‘everyone wants to talk but no one wants to listen’. It’s a phrase I’ve always found difficult to relate to, as I’ve always found myself so eager to listen. Perhaps even too eager. I am very guilty of eavesdropping, but only because I can never say no… Read More Sit Down, Shut Up, And-
Looking at you makes my hands hurt. Not for any want of touch, but because I can not paint. I can’t paint the way you look, or the way you used to look at me. I can’t paint how your face changes when you laugh, and I can’t write about it either. How could I… Read More A Note On You
My whole body aches all of the time. Call it fatigue or strain or growing pains, I don’t know. I just know that it hurts, but that the ache mostly makes itself at home in my hands. It’s hard not to crack my knuckles all of the time. I feel like my fingers ache with… Read More Aches and Pains
Heads or tails. Heads or tails. Heads or tails. I flipped the coin with my thumb over and over and over again. Catching it, but never looking at the outcome. Too afraid if I’d be relieved or disappointed by fates decision. Heads or fucking tails. A sigh escaped me as I repeated the motions. I… Read More Tails
How can i take care of others, when I can’t even take care of myself? These were the kind of questions Kay asked herself as she gazed out at the sleeping city beneath her. It was precisely 3:34AM. The clamour of the rooftop bar continued behind her. A distant echo that served as a backing… Read More In Nocte
Sirens. Screaming. The terrible chill down her spine. And then the scoreboard lit up. It was bright, she knew, but the light didn’t hurt her eyes. There was no pain anymore. Only the numbers in front of her. A lifetime of steps, blinks, heartbeats- even hiccups. Numbers so big it was difficult to comprehend. And… Read More Reboot
Another project left to gather dust because of my awful functioning brain. It’s hard to write when you can’t see your hands through the fog. It’s just another thing I have to force myself to do sometimes. Just like getting out of bed or going to work. My struggle with both depression and anxiety has… Read More Oops, I Did It Again…
It’s been a long time since I’ve posted some writing for the virtual world to see, mainly because I lost all confidence in my own writing ability. I figured that a simple step one in my new creative journey was to sift through some old projects and try to find extracts of my old work… Read More I Wrote That!
Too long have I spent scrolling through Pinterest for inspiration. It’s high time I sat down at my currently none-existent desk and wrote something, no matter what it’s about. Hopefully this will be the start of the many highs and lows of my journey to become a published author. I plan to fill this site… Read More It’s About Time
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