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For the first time in a very long time, I can see a future that isn’t a void of absolute darkness.
I’m glad to have survived and to still be alive somehow. And I can see myself living for another long while, too. My future feels precious again. I see open doors, opportunities, passion, and more good days than bad days 🌈 I know more storms will come my way, and I know that I will […]
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Looking back & forward | 2022
On my previous blog, I used to write these types of posts monthly to help me look back on the journey so far and focus on what is coming next. There are loads of things that I used to do, but most of them now feel like a distant memory; a forgotten light. Where I […]
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She is tired of waiting, too.
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 […]
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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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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 […]
…where Time is merciless and Light feeds darkness.
The Dawn Chorus… 