Creative Writing & Personal Reflections
I feel like Everything is happening All at once. I can’t tell If the chaos Is abnormal, Or if it is just life? Trying to find “The new normal.” Was there ever A ‘normal’ to begin with? Unanswered questions Far surpass, those to which I can answer with any certainty. I seek clarity, Yet am... Continue Reading →
I have very little to say That I haven't already Said before. I cannot think straight. Cannot focus On anything Besides the darkness. I am lost. I am lost. I am looking For something I do not know. I tried to explain Why I hated my job And I couldn't. You see it's not the... Continue Reading →
DS, There are so many things That will challenge you in life, And challenge will push you To learn things You should have never had to know. Sickness, Emotional pain, And death. You know all of these things early, Yet I’m not sure anyone Ever thought To explain them to you Properly. Instead, you take... Continue Reading →
To the resident/s of flat 15 LFR, At your earliest possible convenience, we would ask that you please remove the bike, which is currently being stored in the mid-stairwell. This stairwell is a main access point and unfortunately the bike makes access to the handrails difficult for people with movement issues, who regularly access the... Continue Reading →
The most annoying thing About being a writer Is that unless you write, You cannot really consider Yourself to be a writer. I usually write Everything I do At least five or six times In my head Before I ever try To commit to paper. Invariably, This means that a lot Of information Lives in... Continue Reading →
Have you ever been lost? I remember a time With my parents For the life of me, I don’t remember when or where. What I do remember Is the moment I looked around And realised I was alone. In the middle of a busy crowd Of course I wasn’t alone. Yet the people Were part... Continue Reading →
I write For all the wrong reasons. I have So much within me That I want to write, But never feel able To transfer to paper. When I am at my best I throw myself Into all things Which require it, Leaving no time For something As trivial as writing. When I’m busy Writing feels... Continue Reading →
It's hard To be honest with yourself, When the truth Comes from a painful place. I am unhappy. I have been For a very long time. I have repressed For so long the things That I find difficult. And now that I have Acknowledged this truth, I cannot ignore it, Any longer. Too long already... Continue Reading →
I think A lot, I overthink, A lot. I cling To certain thoughts And Mantras In my day to day life, Not by choice But by an unexplainable Obsessive need to repeat them. I enjoy Stories, and for years An escape technique Was to create Stories in my head. I remember Being an imaginative child,... Continue Reading →
