I have grown up reading about the wishing well in books by Enid Blyton, It was always the tossing of a coin into a well, Followed by the ‘plop‘ sound it made upon contact with water, Back then along with the characters I would have wished for plushies, Barbie dolls and an Easy Bake Oven,…… Continue reading The Wishing Well

5th June, 2012 A Tuesday morning spent alone, in fear, of course At home, of all places, where as I’ve said before, the toilet seat is always the most comfortable, Not yet legally able to drink wine but also too young to be charged with arson if I needed to set my house on fire,…… Continue reading 5th June

I called your name a few times and there was no answer, Granted it was all in my head, Figuring out that it was no longer okay to reminisce on you was truly the hardest thing I had to come to terms with, So all the laughter we shared now plays over and over in…… Continue reading Out Of Reach

Yesterday I met a girl with the prettiest eyes, She told me she was still searching for purpose, Surely it can’t be that deep, I said to her…as a joke, And when she laughed it was so hauntingly beautiful, And everything in motion seemed to pause for a brief moment, She smiled, said nothing more…… Continue reading A Perfect Pair

Like me,I am begging you to like me,Please like me.What’s not to like about me?I’m very likeable!Just like me.As if you liking me would put food on my table,As though the air I breathe is dependent on you liking me.How about I use your likeness of me to pay for groceries.Sigh!Like me or like me…… Continue reading Like Me

helplessly lost in the moment, wondering whether to scrap the whole thing and start over, the block that ensues, the kind of creativity that is both powerful and numbing, is only one that an artist can create, the artist’s unfinished paintings stare back at him, taunting and pressing him, mocking him, making non-verbal snide remarks…… Continue reading Unfinished Paintings

And every once in a while my brain screams for some serenity, Or rather, everyday, However it may be, when silence washes over me I start to lose consciousness into my daydreaming, A different kind of hollow looms over, And I am only just realizing that the trotro driver is going well over the speed…… Continue reading Unplug

Life is incredibly short, and in my twenty-something years of living I am not ashamed to say that I have done things I regret, said things I regret. on October 6 I took a wee trip to the beach. Never been to the beach before. Shocker, trust me, I know. A bright sunny day, when…… Continue reading Caution: Vulnerability AheadLearning To Live A Little

If it gets a little easier why does it seem to take forever? If I get a little stronger why does it feel like I’m getting weaker? If it gets a little better why does it only seem to get worse? Desolate and heartbroken, Words that seem to fit very well in my vocabulary, Words…… Continue reading If