Contained contentment.

I have gone through so much pain this year. I’m confronting that after a very long time through that scope of hindsight as I look back on months glazed in the salty precipitation of old tears. The pain temporarily withered me down to a point where I no longer wished to think about it butContinue reading “Contained contentment.”

Where I am.

Hello blog. I know it has been an obscenely long time since any magical, colossal, creative explosions took place on this page and when I think about why that is, it’s really quite difficult to say. I almost couldn’t bear to write for a while. Some posts are minorly successful and the ego boost makesContinue reading “Where I am.”

Island musing.

To capture the essence of anything in words requires more than the mere ability to play around with them. That’s why I might just fail miserably as a writer of anything greater than whatever thoughts I fitfully spew onto this miniscule virtual space of mine. The posts that flow the most are those propelled byContinue reading “Island musing.”

Facing the unknown, alone.

When undertaking a mental state examination on a patient, one is required to comment upon whether an individual is orientated to time, place and person. Sitting onboard an aircraft, 12 hours into a 32 hour journey, roaming somewhere above the middle east, I can safely comment that at present, I am none of those things.Continue reading “Facing the unknown, alone.”

On Waking Up.

My thoughts are spinning around in such a whirlwind that I can barely contain myself. The desperation to pour and spill and write and analyse and try, just relentlessly try to make sense of what just happened is crashing through my entire system with a force I haven’t felt so strongly in years. How did youContinue reading “On Waking Up.”

The Hard Parts

She always did pride herself on her strength, her independence, her resilience. Of course, she had quite the ego. Yet, she trained her mind to seek rationality, to dismiss any negative emotion that dimmed her light or made her feel any kind of discomfort. She wanted to be known as a kind of candle thatContinue reading “The Hard Parts”

How?

How could you do that? To me or to anyone. How could you just wash your hands clean of an entire chunk of your life that was us? It makes me question what it even was to you. I know you well enough to know that it wasn’t small or insignificant. I know it meantContinue reading “How?”

Soul Searching.

Remember the lines of that old song by ‘Blue’ called ‘One Love’? ‘It’s kind of funny… how life can change, can flip 180- in a matter of daaaays…’ That song currently feels like the soundtrack to my life. Because in a matter of days, there has been a huge shift in my life, a crazy turnContinue reading “Soul Searching.”