The air never fills my lungs completely, most of the time I'm heaving through a hand sewn smile. No one has to know—look through me. Long before this vessel was even made, something was already broken. Wires wouldn't know to embrace each other, parts couldn't fit together, and to this day, cannot move freely—They cannot …
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 …
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 …
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 …
A different kind of light | poem
Happiness has always felt to me Like a meaningless thing to chase Some say it is the place to be Others that it's out of this world I say it is a lie that you sell to a bird That you have trapped inside a cage. I have never been a believer Of Happiness as …
how to beat the darkness | whispered ramblings
It's been almost a month since I wrote a “whispered ramblings” post. I have been too busy working on making things happen & convincing Reality to accept and wear the beautiful dress I made for her. I am writing this one for myself mostly as I am in need of a reminder of the strength …
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Where demons are born | a poem
Bad memories linger, they don't flicker. They won't go away with all the liquor, It can only make them stronger, Dancing around with more vigour. The place that you thought you had left behind Has in fact been following you around Hiding in the echoes of your footsteps, Singing along to your every heartbeat. Different …
The Dawn Chorus... 