and you will always find me seeking, pursuing, and wanting that beautiful place- where my wild heart lies free there are gentle echoes of debussy a warm breeze that cushions my feet and a bright sky that illuminates with such veracity I am unable to see past the light but I am not afraid I... Continue Reading →
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 →
trigger warning: suicide, eating disorders, depression
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
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 →
i imagine had i fallen i would want you to treat it as autumn as if I were leaf falling from a tree, nature running its course do not gesticulate and fan yourselves wildly as if burning from the summer heat i had long been a flower losing its light
October 2016, At a 'Healing Retreat', one of the participants says: "I trust myself" and I burst into tears. Three simple words. I think about them everyday and sometimes like that day, I hurt. I have always had 'trust issues'. You can't trust anyone. Its a lesson I am taught through pain and at perhaps... 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 →
of the magic of self love and solitude
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 →
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