There’s something rather unsettling about finding your footing after a big fall. Do you twist your ankle on the way down and make a mess of your clothes in the mud? Your pristine, white tee, now covered in streaks of dirt and other unsavoury unknowns. Perhaps you have grazed your elbows and knees—and while yourContinue reading “Friend or Foe”
Author Archives: Jaimee
Liar
I don’t like liars… but who does? After all, they are as cunning as they are dishonest. They are selfish and greedy. And never do what they have promised. Some liars are cowards. For they fool themselves into believing they are good. And he fooled you too. But just because he could, it didn’t meanContinue reading “Liar”
Ketamine Highs and the Pit of Lows
Isn’t it a fun game to strike up conversations with strangers on the most eccentric of topics? It is just a little bit of entertainment for these bored eyes and ears. I find it helps you make friends far more easily than introducing yourself in a dull manner. After all, they will remember you. IContinue reading “Ketamine Highs and the Pit of Lows”
Daybreak
Balmoral Beach, January 6th, 5:22am. It is finally daybreak. In the quiet of daybreak, Between the night of yesterday And the dawn of the new year, I sit in silence among the grey space. I wait for the warm hues of the dawning sun To provide comfort to my frigid skin, But does not reachContinue reading “Daybreak”
2025
It seems as if the internet has collectively come to a consensus that 2025 has completely knocked the wind out of them. Like a sucker punch to the gut that has somehow caught you off guard, no matter how prepared you thought you were. And during this time of reflective resets, I can’t help butContinue reading “2025”
After the Party
After the party, When all has gone quiet, Do you sit among the mess And breathe a sigh of relief? The festivities have calmed, And you turn off the light Letting the Christmas tree glow As you prepare for bed. It was a space filled with joy, And laughter, and food, and family, And asContinue reading “After the Party”
A Sick Woman’s Lament
I AM BEDRIDDEN AND UPSET AND LAMENTING I COULDN’T LAST THE FINAL 13 DAYS OF THIS YEAR WITHOUT FALLING ILL BECAUSE I WAS SO CLOSE TO THIS UTTERLY MEANINGLESS STREAK OF HEALTH SO I MUST SETTLE ON SAYING I HAVE BEEN THE PICTURE OF HEALTH FOR A MERE 352 DAYS AND NOT A YEAR.
Love is an endless sacrifice
Love hurts. Don’t you think so? I imagine the God of the universe feels this way every day. I often think about His love for us—how incomprehensibly big it is, and how painful it must be to love someone who doesn’t love you back. To have His heart broken all the time through the separationContinue reading “Love is an endless sacrifice”
Arrhythmia and Joy on the Floor
I’ve revelled in the nostalgic pull of Spotify Wrapped in 2025. Music has always played a significant role in my life, despite having little to no talent for it. And I’ve found it somewhat ironic that I studied audio production in my tertiary years. I’m thankful to God for the wonders of music and theContinue reading “Arrhythmia and Joy on the Floor”
Sink or Swim
The life of a creative is comical, cathartic, and chronically chaotic. Oftentimes, I wonder whether there’s a way out of this kind of life. No two days are the same. Mondays are always novel—there is something to look forward to after slow Sunday afternoons, and there is little dread in the trepidation of thinking aboutContinue reading “Sink or Swim”
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