You don’t choose Not the moment Not the man You don’t choose Not in his goodness Not in his flaws You don’t choose You simply fall We are often told everything in life is fate But love Love is the only thing that escapes the script The only thing that defies fate It begins inContinue reading “There is no reason in love”
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Only artists allowed in my house
Yes Writers Dancers Producers Storytellers Truth tellers I want them all When I become a parent? Best believe I am raising a tribe of loud, expressive, artistic little humans Only artists allowed in my house We are not prepping for board meetings We are not dreaming rockets to Mars We are writing monologues We are throwingContinue reading “Only artists allowed in my house”
Just not now
I think I can finally name it It’s not fear It’s not emptiness It’s love I want someone I can love I truly do Just…not now I’m not running from love I haven’t locked that door Just…not now Now? I’m learning I respect love too much to welcome it with confused hands Because when it’sContinue reading “Just not now”
Hand in Hand
Hand in Hand God My connection to You has not always been loud It has not always been clear Most times it’s quiet But somewhere in my heart You remain certain You have always been there I don’t know what it was Or what exactly changed But something stirred in me this weekend Something thatContinue reading “Hand in Hand”
He took that from me
I still remember the phone notes The simple poems you used to write It feels like such a long time ago I don’t remember the exact words Just… the feeling Back then, I thought they were silly I felt awkward reading them while you stood there watching But now I realize… it wasn’t the poemsContinue reading “He took that from me”
There is a stillness I feel only when I am lost in a story
There is a scene in Episode 3 of The Wife on Showmax that I do not think I will ever get over. At first, I did not understand why, but now I think I do. It speaks to a version of me I have not yet allowed myself to explore, a version I am tooContinue reading “There is a stillness I feel only when I am lost in a story”
What a gift to have died so early, I thought.
The child’s body lay on the bed. I reached out to touch her, I had never been this close to someone who had just died. Naturally I was scared, but curious. Her hands still warm, felt as though there was still life left in them. And for a moment, I wondered if her mind wasContinue reading “What a gift to have died so early, I thought.”
I’d love to say I’ve outgrown this behavior, but sadly, I haven’t.
It’s not that I’m not spontaneous…it’s just that the activities need to be worthwhile. Otherwise, I get bored, then exhausted, then uncomfortable, then irritable, and then…boom. I’m “acting crazy.” Crazy as in leaving without saying a word. My mum knows this about me, yet still: “Bondi, we’re just going to the supermarket. Just to grabContinue reading “I’d love to say I’ve outgrown this behavior, but sadly, I haven’t.”
To be alive, at least for me, is to pretend I’m okay.
I’m feeling awful. Really, really awful. That’s been me for a while now. Sometimes I laugh about it. What else can I do? I can’t even cry anymore. The emptiness… it just sits there, like an awkward guest I didn’t invite but now I have to entertain. I don’t know what to do with it.Continue reading “To be alive, at least for me, is to pretend I’m okay.”
Cham miel ka pod ingima tho luro
“Eii yawa, Tho! Aol. Odhis ni bro tieka chieng’ moro,” my mother yelled, as we exchanged worried glances. We found ourselves huddled in the hospital on a Friday morning, anxiously waiting for my father to wake up. As a child, I used to look at my father during parties and marvel at how he couldContinue reading “Cham miel ka pod ingima tho luro”
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