Love is not a spotlight
To lie about being in love with someone is to steal from them. It is not just a fibβit is an emotional heist. You are not just misrepresenting your feelings.…
Reply to The War
(Read the original post here) The βenemyβ starts dehumanised. As it often does in war. They spawn from the ground; they are pests, invaders. Emotion is present early on, but…
Occasionally Sincere
Rewrite This Like a Human: A Workbook for the Chronically Confused, Emotionally Constipated, and Occasionally Sincere (Subtitled: βThe Language of Grown-Ups Who Have Stopped Auditioning for Martyrdom.β) Lesson One: βI…
Bigots
Let us dissemble the: βI donβt see colour because Iβve decided racism is mean and also please clapβ speech that Audun made the other day, okay?Β Translating that steaming…
The Architect
During meditation, I heard (βOk now GO!β like my higher self was giving me a full-body green light. This is not a journal entry but a sacred spell being cast).…
Under The Surface
Fear moulds the surface, but never heals what is beneath. It just teaches kids to hide betterβto flinch faster. Not to understand, not to trust, and not to respect. Respect…
The Casualty
(Note to self:) You were never the sole casualtyβand you are not the only one he has rewritten depending on who his audience is. Let us name that phenomenon for…
A Memo Would Have Sufficed
Look, I already know what you are thinking: βYes, Melinda. He was the problem. He treated you poorly. Blah blah.β But that is not the point, is it? If I…
Possession
What if I told you that I loved you, deeply, unconditionally & truly And I cheered you on from the sidelines, felt glee for your budding romances Provided you with…
The Snails’ Perspective
He called it a war. We called it a summer. The grass was sweet, the shade soft under thick fig leaves, and the air carried songs not meant for violence.…
Letters From The Front Lines
Summer of β22. The garden. The Great War. βΈ» Dear Human, Day 1 We noticed you planted lettuce. Bold move. We are thrilled. Love, The Snail Syndicate Dear Human, Day…
Ringfinger
Wrap my eyes in bandagesConfessions I see throughI get everything I wantWhen I get part of you The Only One vs. The Place-marker The Only One: They expect access to…