Friday 25th Sept ’20- Diary.

Today, I am trying my best to have a duvet day. I emphasise "trying", as I can't adequately say how hard I find it to relax. Even if I seem calm, it's rare that I feel I truly am: there are always varying degrees of disquiet simmering beneath the skin, I so often feel that… Continue reading Friday 25th Sept ’20- Diary.

Inaugural Flow: The Story Of My First Period

Saturday, the 5th of March, 2001. An eleven-year-old girl is staying at her mom's- well, her grandparents' (mother's parents)- house, where they have lived for a number of years since her parents split up, and later, divorced. I think it was four years in total- mom moved into her house, if I recall correctly, in… Continue reading Inaugural Flow: The Story Of My First Period

Thoughts On The Passive Institution Of Prayer- Wednesday, the 17th of October, 2018: 13:01.

Prayer does nothing other than make you feel like you've done something. It is nothing but a sanctuary for the passive: those who choose to stagnate in perpetual hope, rather than take hold of the tangible courage in acting to affect change. Any action, however small, is valuable. In situations where you truly cannot do… Continue reading Thoughts On The Passive Institution Of Prayer- Wednesday, the 17th of October, 2018: 13:01.

Skin Thing.

(Rinse) Selfless, gracious living organ My skin That I have scoured, rinsed and dried to within an inch of its life. This is not only a past reminiscence But a present admission, A recitation of mental condition. The skin I wear Demonstrative of turmoil I bear My injurious emotions scraped in like cavern carvings. Shards… Continue reading Skin Thing.

February

As I begin writing the review of this month, there are still three days left of it until its close for this year. It is 18:14 on a Saturday evening and I am sipping on a homemade hot chocolate, which consists of half a mini Crunchie bar and a clatter of milk chocolate drops into… Continue reading February

January

The inception of 2017 came to be a largely unsettled one. The month that is viewed by so many with such repeated apprehension and unease chuntered languidly along like a freight train, defining its seemingly perpetual presence, as it does every year. To me, this new year anxiety is always completely inane. It is thoroughly… Continue reading January