Coping

Everyone has different ways of coping. Some type the same message over and over again, with the assurance that the backspace key will make up for the courage lost when they couldn’t hit enter. Some look into a mirror and wipe away their tears, pretending to be strong for their imaginary audience and convincing themselves … Continue reading Coping

18/09/2018

I have always been great at making lists, Colour coding different tasks and beautifying them only to strike them off once the job was done, It gives me a sense of satisfaction, as though the more tasks I complete; the more I had achieved. Some days I wonder if your list comprised only of the … Continue reading 18/09/2018

Confessions

I have a confession to make, I am a hoarder. Of books that smell like they landed on my doorstep after years of collecting stories from people I will never know. Of memories that scream at me from rooftops, telling me that sometimes, I remember you with more fondness than I did when you were … Continue reading Confessions

To the woman who finds her heart in empty alleys and broken doorways too often;

To the woman who finds her heart in empty alleys and broken doorways too often; i. When men tell you that they want to wrap their drunken slurs around your fragile body. Tell them that you are no ones present or dream. You are a warrior. A hopeless romantic slaying the dragons of pseudo relationships … Continue reading To the woman who finds her heart in empty alleys and broken doorways too often;