Lately, I’ve been thinking about something that seems to have been eating away at me for a while. It’s this feeling of being too much. My friends tell me, You’re not high maintenance. And I see it in their eyes that they mean it. Why was I so convinced otherwise? Well, it’s simple really. YouContinueContinue reading “Happier”
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Living Inside the World of Film
Today, I went to the beach. The weather wasn’t particularly good – the sky was blanketed in clouds that brought a little drizzle to the earth, and it was cooler, yet more humid than most summer days that I am used to. Despite the terrible weather, I was still so determined to go, and weContinueContinue reading “Living Inside the World of Film”
Tomorrow I Will Fly
Tonight, I found myself in the company Of old friends at different life stages, Making conversation as if we were never apart Or separated by different callings; Rarely do we ever see each other and Remind ourselves of the bond we share, Or the time we had Wondering where tomorrow takes us. I hear theirContinueContinue reading “Tomorrow I Will Fly”
Nothing New
Just a little more, I fret, Of a treasure always sought; time – Elevating my need to start Living once more. Tomorrow I shall try something else, Hark, it is merely a trap And nothing that will bring you joy – Nothing but faithful reassurance, yet, Karma they cry. You patronise me about my wayContinueContinue reading “Nothing New”
On Pointe
She stepped into the room Of mirrors and barres, Remembering the smell of hard work And the sight of ugly injuries. Her legs unresponsive to the call,Still she soared into uncertainty – Another fall perchance, or A leap into new confidence? — Two years. Not a day went by without the thought of you; TheContinueContinue reading “On Pointe”
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In the place of a loved memory lives another photo. She picked up the small photo frame that once sat on her windowsill; it belonged in front of a flowerbed of lavender, rosemary and honey bees. She gazed at the photo lovingly, but expressed a hint of melancholy in her smile. It was merely anContinueContinue reading “Placeholder”
Drifter
She is like a fire in a storm, Her flame is small but burns With desire for more than this – Whatever this is. Is there anybody out there? Faces welcome her to join in And play with new personas, But they always say goodbye And never say hello. She moves from person to person,ContinueContinue reading “Drifter”
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