Pigmented soul

I scratched at the paint of the memories, Its colours so vivid. It itched as it floated to the ground, Swirls of colours I despised.   I began to peel away the new skin I climbed in, That hid who I was. I was searching for something to fill the void And I lost myself…

Follow the Crumbs and Cream Trail

Review- Crumbs and Cream Imagine you are swinging at the park as a child without a care in the world. The wind is airing your face, you are flying back and forth without a care and best of all you … Source: Follow the Crumbs and Cream Trail

Follow the Crumbs and Cream Trail

Review- Crumbs and Cream Imagine you are swinging at the park as a child without a care in the world. The wind is airing your face, you are flying back and forth without a care and best of all you have a sweet, creamy, ice-cream in your hand. Now imagine this. You are biting into…

Divine. Devotion.Reflection.

    The sky is painted with hues of soft pink and the world stands still for a while, While we whisper and repeat the tranquil sounds . And there’s the call that brings us back to e… Source: Divine. Devotion.Reflection.

Divine. Devotion.Reflection.

    The sky is painted with hues of soft pink and the world stands still for a while, While we whisper and repeat the tranquil sounds . And there’s the call that brings us back to earth And our hearts feel contented. And we rinse our souls of the day’s events And remember the…

A Ray of Hope

    I watched her pause our conversation as she pulled each corner of her duvet into perfect points at either end and she swiped one hand on the bed, feeling for bumps of imperfection. I … Source: A Ray of Hope

A Ray of Hope

    I watched her pause our conversation as she pulled each corner of her duvet into perfect points at either end and she swiped one hand on the bed, feeling for bumps of imperfection. I sat crammed in the corner of her room on a small stool near her hot pink laptop. I looked…

Sometimes, memories are all we have.

#FlashBackFriday – 2012 *Some names were changed as this is a true story. As I tied my soil coloured apron tightly around my waist, I glanced up and saw a girl enter the stuffy locker room sectione… Source: Sometimes, memories are all we have.

Sometimes, memories are all we have.

#FlashBackFriday – 2012 *Some names were changed as this is a true story. As I tied my soil coloured apron tightly around my waist, I glanced up and saw a girl enter the stuffy locker room sectione… Source: Sometimes, memories are all we have.

Sometimes, memories are all we have.

#FlashBackFriday – 2012 *Some names were changed as this is a true story. As I tied my soil coloured apron tightly around my waist, I glanced up and saw a girl enter the stuffy locker room sectioned off in the corner of the kitchen and I felt a strange sense of nostalgia, as she walked…

Rustic love

It’s that time of the night again, Where I can’t  fall sleep and the entire world is silent. My thoughts are amplified and I’m forced to reflect on the day’s events. How I s… Source: Rustic love

Smoke

Every time you lit up your cigarette, I fought for air, but I smiled anyway. I leaned against that wall with you, too many times for my heart to handle. I listened to your voice too attentively whi… Source: Smoke