I’m sorry
For not being creative enough
Expressive enough
Loud enough
Enough
Just enough
Was I enough?
But I know it didn’t matter
Doesn’t matter
I will stay
And I will leave
I’ll find my way
Right between these piles & piles of scattered timelines and broken promises
I need you
I need to find you
Again
Like I did
All those years ago
All those tears ago
You
Are
Me
Me.
A guest post.
You know, there was this girl once.
I used to like her a lot, not in a romantic way, but I did have a deep love for her, and I like to think that she liked me too. We had all these great childhood memories together, memories of us dancing in the rain in the backyard, of our fair visits and doing all the scary rides and eating cotton candy later on, of reading books or playing in our den under the blanket, and of building our tree house and chasing away every intruder.
A guest post.
Begun with a bang,
Still dreaming about a mustang,
Not yet woke,
Oh this poor bloke.
A guest post.
Over the past year, I was working with women situationed in a fragile, perilous situation, one that people without privilege so often find themselves in. This was in a therapeutic context, & the first thing to hit me when I went in there, was that their ’needs’ could not be more removed from the so-called domain of mental health. This was a systemic issue, a societal failure, one that required patriarchy to be addressed and policies to be changed.
A guest post.
Maybe I’ll just disappear
Over the years, months and moments
A guest post.
We are born into stories. Since time immemorial and the days around the campfire, we have been telling stories. Some stories we carry with us about who we are and what is important for us and we build connections by re-telling these stories. This journal is a canvas for documenting these life stories. It offers you a space to jot down or doodle those small things that get you happy, content, and joyful. And yes, it may be from any story of your life or something that you saw or felt. It can be as vivid as reliving a childhood memory, rewinding your favourite playlist, scrawling words that you hold close or even illustrating secret maps to your hidden wafer packets.
