I wrapped her, in red ribbon. I breathed against her skin, and heard her thoughts crashing against the inside of my skull, like bones clicking when stretched too far. She ached. Though I didn’t know why. Nor could I ask. Not yet. Her eyes changed colour with each mechanical snap of the lens. A flash … More She Bled Red Wine
There are moments when we feel loss, in a way that ravages the outskirts of even the boundaries that we have set for ourselves. In the next breath, we can swim through love, as though it were a kind of sickness, that tears through the lungs and leaves you choking on its depths. I have … More Souvenirs of Yesterday
Your restlessness has not gone unnoticed. Your heavy heart can be heard through the thin walls; it clangs like tins being dragged behind, tied mercilessly to lame footed, wearisome prey. Near surrender. Your pacing has marked the floorboards. Worn bare the carpet, exposing the pattern of your minds repetitive rhyme. Slowing down your own time. … More Dear Soldier
For years I have known that I am not doing what makes my heart beat the way it is supposed to. I am good at my job. Very good at it – but by no stretch of the imagination am I passionate about it. I am a digital marketing manager. I design magazine ads and … More Anxiety Filled Determination
The earth breathes below the surface. A fire that pulls in time to the churning belly of the sun. The lull of the green, and the water a temporary facade; that covers an army of riotous chariots. Black smoke breathed cloaked whisperers, holding flowers that have long since lost their colour. Stolen from the graves … More Bound Before
I was scratching through a few old albums J, and I found a few real corkers 😛 Love you babe.
There are seconds, sometimes long hours, where my head feels heavy. Heavy with a weighted accumulation of thoughts. Some unimportant, and some important enough to be worth avoiding. But to turn my back on one, means to stare at another, and the pressure is not unlike that of a boiling kettle. Steam burns brand those … More I’m Fine.
Pale, and drawn. Drawn, with charcoal, that makes heavier my eye lids, and my feet. Who are you? I whisper… at my reflection in the mirror that hides nothing. My face, that is not mine. I dance like I am a movie star, but my arms and my legs don’t move. The music scratches like … More Reflection, In the Dark
I remember sitting on a bench in the London Underground, sipping on a Starbucks coffee, and watching the people pass me by, almost in slow motion. The fine details in their clothes, their hands, their body language, the lack of eye contact, and the energy that trailed behind them like a rainbow of tell-tale signs. … More Perfectly Faceless