Nausea

When the whole world is drenchedin performative glue,you feel everything’s taintedstill, you want your mind re-paintedso you can try to pursuethe myth that it’s all about perspective:treat it like a tool or an ordeal, right?it doesn’t always hold up, especially at nightwhen you try to untwineyour hair and your spinewhen one insightcan incite a riotContinue reading “Nausea”

November light

Dark November, darling November,my birth month, a glorified timeof contradictions,of re-emergence from dreams, wearing adornments and smiles of miss “seen it all, heard it all”Scorpio depth, shrewd intuition,and inner power-It’s nature and nurtureeven when the nurturing is donein a glass castleit is said that art is life intensified,heightened experienceis this what it was, an artisticContinue reading “November light”

Labyrinth

Within this labyrinth-sacred lair, profane shrine-I roam to banish anhedoniaI am seeking somethingI know I have in me-an elusive landof ecstasy and renewalMy mercurial mind feeds and fights with itself in the processThere are two main levels of feeling I acknowledge as relevant-the bipolarity is astounding, solet’s just focus on the second one,I wish IContinue reading “Labyrinth”

Immersion. Expansion. Reverie.

Having decided to embrace the unknown, we take confident steps forward, aware of our part in the greater design. Scent of ritual, sight of stars, and a refreshing breeze that revives us. The atmosphere takes us out of our formerly stagnant, limiting state. Everything is aligned perfectly. We are here for a purpose. We areContinue reading “Immersion. Expansion. Reverie.”

An allegory

Let your mind paint a rainy cityscape. A girl dressed in black, with a mask and noisy heels steps on the sidewalk. Her tears merge with the raindrops. Each tear encapsulates an entire mini-universe, lingering on her cheeks, like undetectable tokens of fluid vulnerability. A stranger passes her by, closely. His slightly curious, slightly worriedContinue reading “An allegory”

Inner discourse

I have always wondered what other people’s inner lives are like. Some of my greatest strengths are my perceptiveness and empathy, so I can quite easily figure out what someone is feeling, how they are likely to react, or what I should say in order to make them respond a certain way. Then again, maybeContinue reading “Inner discourse”

Interacting with mental constructs

Have you ever felt like someone interacts with an image or representation of you, that they’ve created and are feeding in their mind, rather than the reality of who you are? You can usually sense it while it happens, it’s often tiring, you might get uncomfortable; depending on the discrepancy between your identity and yourContinue reading “Interacting with mental constructs”

Motionless

It’s my first time. Half of my motionless body rests inside the white, clinical, cylindrical machine, in my head resembling an intergalactic coffin. I feel an itch, but I have to resist moving. I want to cough, to sneeze, to yawn, ugh, of course, at the most inopportune moments, and I have to keep itContinue reading “Motionless”

Postmodern

Writing will always feel like a strange paradoxical venture to me because you’re supposed to curate your thoughts and words to establish an image, a style, an angle, a niche, fit into a genre, or take into account an audience, but not so much that you compromise with yourself, just enough. Doesn’t that make writing inherently inauthentic,Continue reading “Postmodern”

A poem: Snowdrop girl

Snowdrop girl, I can feel your presence in the first whispers of spring; I can hear your breath in the windy corners of life- it’s my favourite lullaby, it makes me cold sometimes- you could be cold sometimes, in a scintillating way that I never wished to oppose or even dared to question- my fearContinue reading “A poem: Snowdrop girl”