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 →
it has been hard lately. and it feels as though it is getting heavier still. but always the pen is light. and just as I have done before. i will write myself out of the darkness. breathe🍃 Featured Image: @ronyhernandes
i find peace in the small acts: lighting the incense the sage the candles this ritual -before the rituals of chanting and meditation- is the sweetest hypnotic release - another ode to self-care routines the first ode: the sweet solace of the moments we give to our selves Featured Image by @hellokalequeen
of love and softness
of the magic of self love and solitude
from my heart I wrote you this letter from this letter I wrote you my heart say you love me, love you and I are all tumescence scented roses echoing chambers the heartbeat of the violin in a mournful melody say you love me, love you and I are soaring birds reaching breathing and floating... Continue Reading →
of sex
the world is a hard place so we raise children with fire and brimstone with grit We harden them to the embodied parts of themselves. prize reason, and rationale over feeling and being the world is a hard place so we raise hard children and so the cycle of the hard world continues perhaps we... Continue Reading →
I am wandering around the obscure walls of the sunken place searching its oblique halls and I can't see past the darkness and the emptiness. there is only hollowness. I am alone, frightened, unable to fathom my surroundings. It is as if the hollowness of this place came to hollow me out. It reverberates through... 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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