People need people. No one can be completely and utterly self-sufficient. In one indirect way or another you’re going to need somebody.
Here’s a scenario:
You’re in boarding school down to your last cent and you don’t dare ask for more money from your mother because of so many reasons. This woman is literally doing the most for you and your private school education from thousands of kilometres away. You’re also a little angry at her because you feel abandoned.
You have a father who’s also not your father because he tells you “I don’t have custody over you, that’s not my problem”. Continue reading “Look at God!”
Shake the crumbs of doubt off the linen and onto the floor.
Then sweep it up with the shards of regret dutifully out of the door.
Pat your pillows, to dust off all the salted tears.
Then wipe the mirror so you may properly see and face your fears.
Drown the tiles in the ocean of your heartbreak and hurt.
With this may the valves of your heart be clean from all the dirt. Continue reading “Clean slate”
I have very few favourite things.
(This sentence doesn’t make sense because there can only be one best thing as the word “best” implies so similarly there can only be one favourite thing but lemme get out of my head for a moment.)
While one of those favourite things is to find two adjacent parking lots and pretend I reverse parked.
(Watch me world. I’m really winning at this faking it till I make it thing.) Continue reading “My favourite thing”
I am deeply humbled by life.
First of all, I was under the impression that all I had to do was graduate (2nd in class!) and finish high school (Many Points?!) <—– (Yes these are humble brags but they’re only to prepare myself for what I have to write next which is the opposite of bragging) and I’d be set for life.
Well now. I could give you valid reasons as to why I haven’t made it yet in this life thing. Reasons which sound like: Continue reading “Twenty something”
My mouth was full of all the “I love you’s” I had caught in my throat that Fall, that now there was no stopping my tongue. Straddling him in the backseat of his car, I leaned closer to his ear and whispered in a vodka filled breath , “I love you”.
He doesn’t say anything so I say it again. “I love you”.
Silence. Continue reading “Liquid Courage”
There’s no emptiness I know that’s quite like unfulfillment
It leaves your stomach hungry and your chest empty
Your soul a wonderer that doesn’t rest.
So you eat a little more
You smile a little harder and you drink like your father.
Picture: Woman thinking – Etude by fredericforest