I am grateful for the power of love and magic writing holds. Writing is about getting up, getting well, and getting over. While I may not be a writer in its truest sense, I write because it fills me with hope and is the light that guides me home. A journal in your drawer or the draft of a novel waiting to be published or quick notes on your phone or maybe letters to a stranger…don’t ever stop. Every little note, haiku or post I have written over the years, came together as this unusual yet vivid mosaic wall. A wall of rage, joy, hormones, heartbreak, fear, anxiety, friendship, love and so much more. A wall with clusters of colours ― blacks and blues with bits of golden yellow cutting through and dots of green in between. A wall of my story and my journey, when looked at in isolation were ceramic shards but when put together made a beautiful mosaic wall of memories…of life.Read More
…what if? Maybe I have a type or maybe it’s just my luck. My past relationships started with the boys convincing me there was a chance for “us”, until I was totally sucked in and in love. That’s when things started to change. Turns out, once you’re over this “challenge” phase of any relationship, you…Read More
Here’s to my best people — at home and away — you encourage me to be a better version of myself everyday. You encourage me to wake up and love life. You teach me unconditional love. You show me what means to be family. You show me the meaning of true friendship. You lead me to the light.Read More
The year went by in the blink of an eye. In the midst of two trying semesters, balancing work and trying to live it up as a twenty-something in this city of coffee and art, I find myself feeling optimistic again. Footpaths are covered in colourful petals from springtime, and the wind is warm. The skies are bright at nighttime, and the birds wake you up with their cheerful sing-song.Read More
Let’s be not okay together until we’re okay forever?Read More
She loved you and wanted to be loved back. Not to ever make you feel small but to make your love feel big – it was.Read More
To my first and favourite philosopher,
thank you for your pearls of wisdom Magical Mike.
Beat, beat, pause.Read More
Where is this love you professed?
where is the castle your promised to build?
were we ever okay to begin with?
will you hold me, still?
To the new year, and to many more memories to make and more magic to create.Read More