of reluctant lingering in the place of hollow bodies
Depression
“home is not where you were born, home is where all attempts to escape cease”- naguib mahfouz
of memory and existentialism
it was almost poetic that the 100th post on my site was about writer’s block. more so because […]
i have written myself out of darkness, never did i imagine that fog would freeze my pen
faith and the leap
of visceral pain
the descent
on the ways in which our bodies remember past traumas and find expression
a micropoem on coping with social anxiety
