#Let’sTalk~ I’m Not Racist But…
This month has been a drastic affair of a whirlwind of emotions
HOPE IS A DANGEROUS THING FOR A WOMAN LIKE ME ~
HOPE IS A DANGEROUS THING FOR A WOMAN LIKE ME TO HAVE. If you asked E, one of my best friends to tell you about me, she would probably describe me as sweet, amazing, intelligent and all that jazz (yes, E,
Where does your validation Lie? ~ Atlas
Where does your validation lie? DISCLAIMER: All views shared within my posts are what I believe to be valid conclusions depicting an accurate perception of my experiences. “Never assume any one person knows you holistically. And never assume any one person knows you
BROKEN-HEARTED PAINTER ~ Amanda
Broken-hearted painter Loving in-spite the endless colours slashed vigorously across the canvas. Tormenting the layers of that which protects what is truly vulnerable, crying out from the harsh bristles evokes the true passion from within. Hoisted with the firm grip on the ferrule,
Falling out of Love with Love
When I started writing this, I wanted to write a deep spoken word piece, mask some of the truth in some deep double entendre. You see, writing allows me to scream as loud as I want without making a noise. It
Journey to becoming
I’ve thought about multiple ways I could die But too afraid to commit suicide Just like the last time, I was too chicken to take a decision that could change my life Now I’m alone, I remember this feeling. Emotionally broken Claustrophobic. A thousand thoughts. Crowded mind. No space