it was almost poetic that the 100th post on my site was about writer's block. more so because in this month, two years ago, i started this blog. a blog i started because i was struggling to write academically. in february i registered for my phd. and like clock work i couldn't write again. at... Continue Reading →
on the ways in which our bodies remember past traumas and find expression
a dreamers lament on being forced to earth
a reflection on a self-care routine
11 September 2018 London Heathrow Terminal 3 20:13 Travel Diary i left like I had arrived. harried and panicked. going through motions, its hard not to feel like leaving is fragmenting as though losing bits of yourself. but arrival is no better, all you've got are the pieces of you that survived. i am sitting... Continue Reading →
travelling alone makes you brave it gives you moments to discover innate parts of yourself that you might subconciously hide travelling alone, teaches you how to be your own companion how to enjoy stillness it teaches you to be still, even when afraid I have learnt so many beautiful lessons about myself on solo trips.... Continue Reading →
let me tell you about the good days on the good days, it feels as though my skin were tingling my feet dance I catch glimpses of myself in reflections, and I'm smiling I'm happy and love the images reflected back at me. on the good days, I rejoice in the softness that... Continue Reading →
I was waiting for the sun they said it would heal they wrote it on prescription pads over and over again so i dreamt of the sun, i, a cynic prayed for the light i wrote many poems hoping to coax her out of her hiding when like a queen striding out to meet her... Continue Reading →
I am here waking up to myself. It is as if I came from a long slumber, where who I was, who I became, was predetermined by the circumstances of my life the pain caused to me and the forced moulding of white-supremacist education. In that slumber, there were moments of joy and laughter, it... Continue Reading →
all I used to have were unfinished thoughts dear diary... fragmented parts of myself, that stopped writing at the fear of being uncovered. having your privacy violated, particularly when it is your innermost thoughts, makes you lose trust. not only in those around you but even in yourself- how can you trust the words not... Continue Reading →
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