Of the multiple lifetimes that I’ve endured, reality flirts between the beauty that I saw, and the ugly that I experienced. Sanity was relegated to an after thought when what I saw was a vision uniquely experienced by me. Too real to dismiss, but too fantastical to be believed. It’s the belief that I need…
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It’s not always about you
The truth is, if you want to matter that much to someone else, shouldn’t they matter equally as much to you? If they do, and you find that they don’t have as much time for you as they used to, or are behaving differently to what you know them to be about, do you claim…
A silent betrayal
The betrayal of trust is not always due to blatant acts of dishonesty. Most often, it’s the silence or the restraint from a loved one when their words or their embrace is most needed. It’s the shrug when we reach out to them or offer them support, or the deliberate obliviousness when we express our…
My silent scream
When rage is all you have left in you, know that you’ve surrendered yourself to the betrayal of the world. When rage becomes a silent scream or a deliberate protest, despite your best intentions, you are still defined by that betrayal. When rage colours your view of the world, you see demons in angels, and…
Thus, is love lost
In affection, we focus on our beauty In rejection, we focus on our deficiencies Perhaps that’s why the world is so harsh Too many are waiting for their deficiencies to be accepted before they share their beauty Or need their grievances with one to be compensated before they accept the beauty of another. Each time…
Dancing with destiny
A snippet of a thought from the sequel to my novel, An Incomplete Love Story. We’re living in such uncertain times, and the uncertainty seems to be seeping into my thought processes. “Whether we were cut from the same cloth before time began, or we were shaped by life to be perfectly matched, it doesn’t…