These days, I haven't been there for myself or anybody else. I have been mindlessly roaming--every breath I have taken the last two years has felt like glass shards entering my lungs. A week ago, I was once again lost in a soundproof bubble; the purpose of which I mistakenly thought was to shelter me …
gravity owns you
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 …
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 …
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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A big ball of nonsense | poem
I am a big ball of darkness shaped like a cloud with an unstoppable frown, Oozing on the couch, leaking out loud; heavy with rain… Misery towers over me and watches over me; it never lets me be But that's just how it needs to be for the heavens to remain in the sky above …
The Dawn Chorus... 