Thoughts Bedded in River Beds

I sit here by the river rocks, watching the water flow in front of me, tracing its way to the bend. I dip my hand slowly in the water and some weeds and fish brush by my skin. As time goes by, I become more and more hypnotised by the beauty and magic of this…

Spring Blooms, Falling Autumn

Hush, love. Listen. Listen to the mild ruffle of leaves as we lie spent on this soft blanket of bougainvillaea, wrapped in each other’s arms as if the rest of the world just ceased to exist. Listen to the birds mildly humming their love songs to each other, or to us, and see how magical…

Death isn’t an Instagram Filter

People always underestimate death. They beautify it like it is some fresh flowers blooming on a roadside tree. People say that when they can’t feel anything, it’s because they’re dead from the inside, when in reality what they really are is emotionless. No. No, I’ll tell you what it is. Death doesn’t give time to…

There’s No Good in Goodbyes

Goodbyes. There’s something about them that makes our hearts well up with so many different emotions. Goodbyes are hard. They tug at your heart and keep twisting it till you feel heavy with all the extra baggage of tears hanging around it. Goodbyes are slow. They keep coming back to our minds even long after…

Conversations Over Therapy

Your life has to be your priority. You talk to other people about mental health but forget to look after your own. You ask other people to open up but hide behind hesitation yourself. You can’t teach one thing and do the other. You have to embrace who you are. Let it be broken. Let…