The day I fell in love with you
was the day I knew, I would no longer
need to walk this earth alone
Wondering and searching for a love
so elusive, I had begun to wonder
if real love was a myth or fantasy
The type of myth I had…
Are you the type that loves to make things complicated or the type that loves to simplify things?
Before you answer, I know this question is contextual and dependent on your history and the current situation. …
It is one thing to know
every day we start anew
With each golden sunrise
a chance for fresh beginnings
thoughts and actions to pursue
It is another to act
with the knowledge you perceive
and so easy to fall short
with good intentions and grieve
I guess that’s why…
I imagine many of us naturally associate souvenirs as synonymous with delightful travel memories of places, people and culture.
Because of this, I collected fridge magnets and gave them to my mum for each country I visited. In return, my mum proudly displayed them on her upright fridge freezer, allowing…
Two days ago, I was sitting at my desk when ping, an email from HR arrived. So naturally, I stopped doing what I was doing because I have learned that of all the corporate emails I receive daily, HR emails are the ones I should always pay close attention to.
I realise in writing this; I am putting out to the Universe an innermost thought and desire, making it very hard for me to deny or even think about turning back. But maybe that’s a good thing.
I still need to find the courage to tame my demons and put…
Oh violet, I often wonder what is it about you
that to some you imitate a secondary colour
and yet to others, your signature is as fundamental
as the loyalty, wisdom, and immense beauty you represent
Beauty, as we know, is subjective,
beguiled by the human condition itself
Leaning forward, holding the record button, Detective Inspector Wright mouthed, "So tell me again, Mr. Benson, last Sunday afternoon?"
Mike Benson shifted in his seat, eyes raised to remember. "I was standing in the kitchen, hand drying the dishes, when the doorbell rang. So I looked at the door cam…
When I sat down in front of my computer screen, I didn’t think I would find myself writing about comfort eating, but the feelings associated with chocolate cake on a cold, wet Monday afternoon in December are strong enough for me to recognise I need to.
The writer in me…