Not everything has to be spectacular— for it to have been life, love and laughter. It can just be.
billowing embers
a greeting to 2020
a flower
on continuing to bloom...
writing as breathing
on the freedom of writing
-dear diary
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 →
1 Year Later: A Happy Birthday To Me
31 May 2018 The Healing It's The Afroist's birthday today, and I am all sorts of emotional having just reread the first post I wrote one year ago. Reading it, I found myself cringing a little at some of the odd phrasing, wanting to edit it, and convincing myself not to, as a pledge to... Continue Reading →
