About us: the last letter..….
I say I love you. Some days that is a complete sentence on its own. It should be enough. Others it’s incomplete. I mean how can one word describe all this in my heart. I’ve always thought my self a lover of people. Like how hard can that be. But it does not compare to…
It used to take a village…..
when I was younger. Your welfare was everyone’s business even those who didn’t necessarily know you. Parents said hello through the neighbourhood. Everyone recognised everyone. The terrible times you think? I mean, you definitely knew your neighbours, you said hello to them every morning when you left the house and also in the evening when…
we can love them too much, the right way.
Very often I am awakened to the lives we live today. Do you ever wonder why we think adulthood is much harder? We keep thinking it’s the biggest scam. Was it always this way? Or is it just harder for my generation and those that come after me? Is education simply boring now? Is it…
Shadows of who you were
and yet slowly you un became. smiling when you could have cried. crying alone in old small bathrooms. drainage holes blocked with another is hair. not too loud. no one must hear. so ugly , so deep, the pain slips through your pores. lingers long enough to sting. dulls some times…. only to reappear over…
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