When the Creator puts a full stop on the prose that is your life ; when the Grim Reaper comes for his dues; when you return to the darkness from which you came: Who shall weep for you when you die? On that day; when the shell that is your body lies in a wooden... Continue Reading →
Press, Play, Repeat.
You show up at work looking like Nicky (from Orange is the New Black); hair’s a mess; dark eye bags beneath you bloodshot eyes; body limp and tired. You can't stand the sight of your reflection in the mirror. ‘You look really bad, you should probably get some rest' 'I will… I will’ How do... Continue Reading →
Dear Jessica: Tired of this Tiredness
24th October 2016 When I first thought about writing these letters to you, I promised myself that I would be as truthful as possible. That I would not spare any detail; that I would bare my soul naked in the hope that through my experiences, negative or positive; you may be able to learn from... Continue Reading →
Dear Jessica: The Prologue
12th October 2016 Dear Jessica; I am balancing awkwardly on the side of my bed as I type this. One of my legs is dangling, while the other half is stretched. Reason for these theatrics? Well, my laptop battery and charger got fried a couple of months back; it's pretty much a desktop, more or... Continue Reading →