I found it hard to get a job post-university. It crippled me. I had spent my entire schooling and university years working towards getting a ‘career’. I wasn’t sure what it would look like, or even how it would work exactly, but I knew I wanted one. When I couldn’t find work, I became acutely […]
More of you, less of me. It’s always me overtaking the situation. The tide pulls in and out with my high flying emotions and yet with you there’s a steadiness. We’ve done it before, we’re doing it now, as I attempt to hand over what’s yours and less mine.
Don’t you love rain pitter-pattering on a tin roof? It’s consistent one moment and irregular the next. Back and forth as if it can’t make up its mind what to be. Strong or soft? Diagonal or vertical? Despite it’s flighty decisions it’s lovely all the same as I sink deeper in my bed and pull […]
I’ve got a mechanism for you, where you can sprout what you think. It feeds into this urge we have inside us to be heard every moment of every day. It’s instant gratification, instant regret. It’s all out with a click, and while it can be retracted at a later date, it can never be […]
What do you do when you’re all churned up? Like the sea after a stormy night that is grey and choppy. The water in its rage has ripped seaweed from their roots and picked up debris from other beaches. Now all the mess just floats around, ducking and bobbing and going through the motions. You […]
What’s phony and fake and binds you without your knowledge? It’s counterfeit freedom with all the cuttings and trimmings of freedom. Free, sort of. Free, it’ll do. Free, till the next day rises. Because that’s freedom-tainted. That’s freedom-earnt. And we accept it because it’s all we’ve ever known. We don’t know what else is out […]
I’ve got this day but it’s slipping right on through my slippery fingers. It was here, it was here a moment ago when I woke. If I live to 75 I will sleep 23 of them in a silent state. That’s life as I know it, I’ve already got 23 of them under my belt. […]
rough flight, bumpy landing take me back down to earth where i’ll be ordered earth, where You are You fill up space and time so fill up my space and my time
driving a stake in the ground I’m standing ground, I’ll stand firm When everything else has gone off, covered in a film of fine-confusion I’ll be still here, standing still, here.
Memory is no longer a simple memory etched in a mind where it is kept as a one-in-a-kind. Where you colour it and twist it, but it’s all still caught up inside for just you to see. When did we start to feel the pressure to take notes and snapshots to remember a moment that […]