My first idea of home was a physical place. A chocolate block door, lavender bushes, a corridor covered wall-to-wall in 6 year old art work. A house at the centre of a cul-de-sac, with its broken letter box and peeling white paint. My family moved here when my mum was pregnant with me and my brother (I’m a… Continue reading Home
Sunday, 4th of June, 2017. Today is the day I found my voice. This year I am finding that I have really started to push myself, to brave dipping my pinky toe into waters outside my comfort zone. I’m starting to learn that I will never really know who I am if I don’t try… Continue reading Finding Your Voice
I am women, I am brave. I am women, I won’t behave. I am women, hear my voice. I am women, my body – my choice. I am women, I can act with grace, I am women; not simply a pretty face. I am women, I can feel I am a women, who uses this… Continue reading I am Women.
2:01 AM This has become my best time for thinking as of recently, when the hands have struck past twelve and the world is somewhat quiet, everyone dreaming in bed. It’s around this time that I can’t seem to turn my brain off. It’s consumed with continuous worry that floods in constantly every day; information,… Continue reading The Root of a Problem
Yesterday, something happened to me, something huge. It was like a dusty switch in my head, located in the very far corner and obscured by thoughts, was finally seen. I turned it on and I suddenly saw some sort of light at the end of the tunnel. All these questions came flooding into my head… Continue reading What Happened to being Human?
The walls of the tiny coffee shop are muted and worn. Paintings hang from the walls with big golden frames. They’re all of people; laughing, talking, being, existing. Imagine that you sit down at a table by the window. A bunch of yellow daisies lie in a vase placed in the middle of the table.… Continue reading Lets Chat #1
Good morning America, how many innocent people will be shot today? Only a few school children absentmindedly, ordinarily, unconsciously, they walk to another day of school – no, sorry, their last day of school. They won’t be coming back tomorrow. I guess Olivia’s happy, no more calculus homework for her. Bonus; a jackpot for the… Continue reading Good Morning America.