Imagine you grew up in a culturescape that has 25 different ways to describe sorrow, trauma, pain, the list goes on and no word for love It would be a but like being colour-blind in a world radiant with colors like sensing darkness at the beginning of a tunnel and I wonder even if I … More The Love Dance
To the one who romances the idea of letting go, the ground pushes them to be greater . To the one who finds stillness, the entire universe succumbs.
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Someday on a Sunday, I ‘ll rinse my hair in coconut oil and and wipe it dry with fresh Pampagras, Put on my best distressed jeans and jump into a pool of Irish wassail. Bathe in the sublime moonlight and sleep in a bed of frozen ice. What a day it will be when a … More Someday on a Sunday.
Snowflakes hang wry on the Window pane Pluto rolls in the morning snow We set up our Nordmann tree with the angel on top “let it snow” on repeat on spotify a modern day Christmas fantasy blend a cup of mocha, a propine for the moment it’s too cold to jog outside anyways.
Movement is primitive. Before we could breath, we could move Before we could talk, we could move . When we were born, our hearts beat faster than it does now to simulate an exercise-like vital reaction. Now we are older, therefore more conscious of the importance of movements, yet ironically less active as in the … More Repeat
Our breaths, a dreamcatcher that forms in the wind. Our journeys, a milky way scented with rainwater If the lens of perceptions were fractured, Life’s paradox would appear as it is, Infinite.
What do you make of her emerald green eyes that converge like a hourglasses. Creature of the night, she crawls into her crevice. No one who has ever spent a night there has made it out whole. She’s made it a mission to smother her lovers hearts to dust. Mesmerising, she is the original Banshi. … More Medusa
This is a Movement The youths fight for their future as their blood splatters. #EndSars
I was waiting to grow taller, when I was growing deeper . The perfect life I wanted sprouted wings and flew into the world of gargoyles. Rain does not fall on roofs alone but splatters on the dirt and flows into the cisterns. The career i was hoping to mould me into the person I … More How not to die