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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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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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mental health > productivity | whispered ramblings
I am writing this now in a much brighter mood than I was yesterday or the day before or the day before that or the day before that… In fact, I think it has been a few days since I have felt this lightweight and confident in my abilities to do things. I had a […]
…where Time is merciless and Light feeds darkness.
The Dawn Chorus… 