Waiting. Monica put her forehead in the cool wall and let the sounds of the city at night wash over her. Blood from her knuckles, face and scratches all over her body gave the air the familiar sharp metallic bite, she’d grown used to. “Pain is purifying” her mother always used to say. Monica gave rueful snicker. If only her parents could see her … Continue reading Waiting ( One Shot)
Crushing. Asphyxiating. Pain. Is it Enough? to break-down the final bone Membrane lysis Releasing Reminding Remembering That which pain stole ? That which I forfeited in hope and in trust ? Is it enough? To resurrect? For a momentary flicker of warm memory Or will I be tossed further into the sea Buried deeper under sentimental sediments Consumed more by static shadows My mind and … Continue reading Waiting ( A Poem)
Your eyes Your eyes, Your eyes. Glow in the wake of my brilliant dawn. Burning with something So startling So blinding and, Heart wrenchingly blood curling To my unbeating heart… Hope. Continue reading Hope ( A poem)
Being defensive usually acts as a red arrow to a person’s personal insecurities and vulnerabilities. It’s the reaction when you press an emotional bruise. There are three types of situations we can class a defensive reaction. Firstly, people who haven’t done the thing they’re accused of; people who have done the thing and know it but don’t want to talk about it (or feel … Continue reading Being Defensive
I was still a kid when YouTUbe first came out and grew up watching it expload into the social media platform it is today. However, my pathway to doing what I do now developed independently to this. I was taking Captivated by the unique way in which videos captured a memory, I grew madly in love with taking videos for my future self. Before I … Continue reading Why I am a YouTuber
I am damaged woman. Damaged women have nothing left to lose and so they have the world to gain. Damaged women are also advised to stay away normal sane people; men you better run. Damaged women will bring you down in their tornado of unstable emotions and psychological complexes. Apparently. Growing up, there was a brief time I was fascinated with the town witch. … Continue reading Damaged Women
I’m 20. I grew up with the assumption that I would go to University and achieve my dreams and the hope that along the way I’d fall in love and have my own romance-story to tell. And despite being an avid reader with an optimistic and hopeful mind, reality has begun to sink in about the way in which the world works. And simply put, … Continue reading Why I don’t want to get married.