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”
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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”
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”
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”
Silliness in the Sun
I wonder what it is like For kids to laugh and play, And unreservedly scream and shout At the top of their little lungs, As they race each other to a finish line. To be so carefree and without worry— Remind me what that is like, To be childlike in an unfair world Of littleContinue reading “Silliness in the Sun”
Early Night
Tonight, I have chosen to retire rather early. I now sit in my little box—this hole-in-the-wall I shall call my home for two nights—and reflect on this long day. A long journey of much waiting, but also of many gifts and unplanned stops. I didn’t realise the bus would make stops along the way forContinue reading “Early Night”
Sunshine and Summer Days
Isn’t it funny how brightly the sun seems to shine even on days you feel close to death? Make no mistake, I am remarkably overjoyed to have spent this weekend celebrating a momentous occasion—and perhaps even more time preparing for a bride and bridegroom through the throes of early-morning flower market runs, the monotony ofContinue reading “Sunshine and Summer Days”
Light a Spark
I envy the men who can be gentle with their words and still have the privilege of being heard. You were given grace. And somehow, you have commanded respect from your peers, not needing to rely on aggression. Never needing to repeat yourself, and never having to justify every idea to them. I envy you.Continue reading “Light a Spark”
The Language of Consequences
It was just a mistake. I never should have done that to you. In what world would that ever be considered a proper apology? The world is watching you, you traitor. And I wonder how you would feel being compared to your father, brother, or any other role model. Would you turn up your faceContinue reading “The Language of Consequences”
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