They say your poem doesn’t start until you start telling the truth Then we are all incomplete – Unfinished rhymes and hollow lyrics. My lyrics, the most hollow of all, fear exposure – Fear of this. Cowardice kills better judgement and keeps its cursor static… Blinking. I envision how a recital would go: Honesty murders poetic drama, and the crowd stands in awe Not of the art, but of the bloodshed that gave it inspiration I really just want to write poetry, but if starting

I was hoping no one would realise that I elaborated on only one of the two blog-worthy healing points of my life. But since Akotowaa pointed it out, I had to write this out faster than I had hoped. I don’t like sounding emotional, but this was very real for me so I apologise in advance if I sound pathetic. I don’t know if you can relate to this, but… there’s always that best friend who will always be there and never leave? She’s a waaayyyy better person than you are, but she

I recently had a conversation about healing. I think low-key, we were talking about a third person we both know 🙂 (But let’s talk about that  juicy bit some other time!) the topic of discussion got me thinking about my past heartbreaks, and I realized I don’t have many 😂 😂 😂. I can’t decide whether that’s a good or bad thing, but the few I have had are not the typical ‘boy-leaves-girl-so-girl-can’t-live-anymore’ kind. Allow me to take you on a bitter-sweet journey back in