In May 2013 I feared for my life. In May 2013, I thought I would never see the light of day again. It’s now July 2016, and a little over three years ago I went to China. I was young(ish) and slightly naive but very much over-confident in my convictions, of which I was also … More Putting the past to rest
I met a boy about two years ago now and fell for his wit and charm. We didn’t know one another, we hadn’t conversed but I knew, I felt all the alarms. When we finally spoke, my head was a flutter, heart racing, palms sweaty, mumbled words I did utter. He played it cool, nonchalant … More I fall in love too easily
Lists…lists, lists, lists. I’m well aware that I have a bit of a thing for lists. I love a shopping list. I love a list of things to do. I love a list for the sake of having a list, you know, just so I can write unnecessary shit down in order to inevitably forget … More What a difference a year makes
While I’m lacking in content of substance and swimming in self doubt, don’t shrug me off or cast me aside, for I’m trying to figure things out. I don’t hold the answers to all of my questions and they seem to be piling high, the what if’s and how’s and when’s and where’s, it’s enough … More Don’t write me off
There has to be more to life than this; to sit in a cage, in a tank, in a pond, and work for a man with whom you have no bond. To monotonise your weeks, your years and your life for a suffocating slavery of struggle and strife. You work, you come home, you eat … More More Than This
“And as you write this with unexplainable tears rolling down your cheeks – the droplets of water have no source; there’s no reason for their manifestation; they just are -you wonder if the pain will ever cease” And so it simmers, like a slow-burning pressure cooker waiting to boil and overflow; a series of anxiety-ridden … More Fear and Self-loathing in Depresvegas
The reason she leaves and travels the world is ‘cos nobody stole her heart. She wanders and roams the streets all alone ‘cos nobody dared to start. Where is the knight in shining armour, the one who should’ve carried her away? He didn’t appear like the fairytale said, he didn’t ask her to stay. … More The Wall
It’s exactly six months to the day that I arrived back in England, and every day for those last six months I’ve wanted to leave again. I’ve wanted to grab my overnight bag and passport (which sit at the end of my bed by the way, already packed with toiletries and spare underwear) and leave. … More The Six Month Itch
She sits, staring at the sky, her dreams far from the reality she reluctantly embraces. A shooting star passes by, casting light upon unfamiliar faces. Her thoughts dance along the waves, the sand at her feet, warm and loving. In stark contrast she behaves, as if the past were lost and merely nothing. Yet it’s … More Pave Me The Way With Streets Of Gold
If we met in the night like passing ships, then sailed by again to catch another glimpse; If we shipwrecked ourselves upon the shore, stranded together like never before; If our short precious time was filled with fun; lessons and experiences, my trust you won; If I could stay but chose to leave, to follow … More Like Ships In The Night
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