Rage, rage against the dying light. ~ Dylan Thomas I have a secret, one that you can only dream of. Or rather, you can only have nightmares about. Literally. Almost…
Between the hours of two and four, there is a soft spot in time where everything pauses, and I’m finally able to live in the present. I feel the stillness…
You can’t undo the past. A phrase that reveals a harsh reality. As much as we want, we can’t change what has been. Sometimes it’s the irksome whir of the…
There is an old farmhouse that exists solely on the burnt photograph edges of childhood memory. The sort where it tastes almost like a dream - the fading aftermath of…
Emotions - The Mask of Our Shadows Emotions— Our mental state is something that is no stranger to us. It is how we truly feel inside; something that cannot be…
History books will always dictate about the great men who have shaped the world to be what it is today. The question is, what about the women? Evidently, the number…
The art of a storyteller has always been performance. The curtains draw, the stage rises - a floating sea of burnished wood and plank above the sea of human heads…
Saturday was the rumour of a thunderstorm. The radio garbled as the interference grew even worse, until the words of the newscaster became barely decipherable. The next second the power…
Every day, every minute, every moment is an act of self-discovery for me. My waking moments are a study; a study of myself, of others, of myself through others, and…
Hope was a fickle means. An inkling that transcended many heights. Hope that battled with time which was on the verge of crumbling to soulless shards and fragments of what…