when you run your fingers along the first few pages of a new book, where the protagonist is still a perfect stranger, and their name is just a core unrelated memory, suddenly you dive in… all rights reserved, dedication page, prologue, …chapter one, then you find yourself skipping to the middle pages, it feels like…… Continue reading A New Chapter

Deep cuts and slightly bloody sores, that sounds gory doesn’t it? that’s how your companionship feels like sometimes, slightly head-turning, very aggressive, possibly abusive, choosing to look on the bright side might be concerning, for you, for well…obvious reasons, but it isn’t always you, trust me, i am equally to blame, slide me a chaser…… Continue reading Deep Cut

if it fuels my delusion, then it’s probably not good for me, if it leaves my mind wired and craving for it, then it’s best I let it go, if it keeps my strapped to my mental armchair, then it’s probably for the best that I leave, if it leaves me stuck and confused then…… Continue reading MISERY

there’s no telling with you, one moment you’re perfectly fine and cutting up, the next moment everything is a tumbling mess, there’s no telling with you, sometimes i would like to look through your eyes, just to see what it’s like, what’s running through your mind, since you will not talk, i’m not a “speak…… Continue reading through your eyes

and when you spread your wings to fly, fluttering, remember to say your lines, your affirmations are valid, remember to dry your eyes, but cry if you have to, scream, your silence is strength nevertheless, so when you spread your wings and fly, remember these words…and never forget them Nessa 🖤

hi there,just here to let you know that it gets better, just here to let you know that it gets brighter, when your smiles fades away and your exhaustion makes you spiral into madness, know that you’ll pull through, so don’t fight the tears, feel…every emotion you need to feel, as your tears stream down…… Continue reading PSA

the presence of dust and moisture dance softly on my lips, on other days it’s mostly the same thing, but minus the moisture, the sputter of the trotro and its addictive smell of exhaust fumes, the unprovoked yelling of the bus conductor as he spots a mother and her three children in the distance, a…… Continue reading Les Souvenirs

when i say this you can think up a dry joke if you may, if you care to know how enviable it is to know that someone knows the ins and outs of you, there’s someone you answer to, someone who knows your deepest darkest secrets, someone you share your ups and downs with, just…… Continue reading A Very Underwhelming Attempt To Make It Seem Like I’m Writing About Someone Else