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through the cracks | whispered ramblings
Dearest reader, whomever you might be at this stage, welcome to another whispered ramblings. The last one of these posts I wrote was from October 2020, I am the lost and found. That feels like a lifetime ago, but it is probably more like five. I haven’t written properly in quite a while, but this…
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Flowers & tentacles
I haven’t written for this blog in quite a long while, although I have been chipping away at a few drafts; slowly, painfully. The mould and rot will lead the way was the last post I published, and it seems that I did manage to follow the path of mouldy patches to reunite with the…
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The mould and rot will lead the way.
I could not have imagined the extent to which dreams decay. The dreams that left, the present that ran away with the future; all is past. A silent death, a million trees falling in the forest, a world deprived of oxygen– Not a sound. Not a wave. Nobody moved but me. My favourite snack now…
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Prunelle ♥
Une à une les étoiles abandonnent le ciel. La lumière mensongère bientôt deviendra poussière, Rien n’est plus sûr que le futur daté d’hier Et la promesse de l’obscurité éternelle. Je compte sur mes doigts les dernières étincelles, Et contre le froid, la lutte sempiternelle, Je protège derrière moi des vestiges, des récits, Et je chante…
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A brand new everything.
Sometimes, in order to move forward, you have to let go of things that are not finished, things that never got to tell their whole story, things that never even got to just “be”… Sometimes, in order to become, you have to come undone. Torn to pieces; reduced to ashes. It’s all so sad. To…
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I am the lost and found. | whispered ramblings
Sometimes, it takes a lot of getting lost before you can find yourself exactly where you are supposed to be. Growing up, I always felt out of place. Like, somehow, in spite of Its all-seeing all-knowing eye, the Universe had made a mistake and planted my soul in the wrong time & place. Some nights,…
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Where the grass is greener…
Yesterday was my third year anniversary of living in Ireland. It has been a rollercoaster from the start and the first year & a half was actually hell in disguise, but it all lead me exactly where I needed to be. When I decided to leave France for Ireland, it was purely the last act…