The golden child is always the trophy of the family,
The one who shines brightly and receives all the accolades that automatically magnitises towards them like it is owed to them from birth,
The one who floats around and initiates sweet, silent, glib smiles to the other siblings, full of ego and a sense of pride knowing they are the favourite one, they are the chosen one and they can do no wrong,
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Storms have been the centre point of my life and my entire existance,
Constantly experiencing and delving deep in to...
Chaos and sudden upheaval,
Infinite debilitating breakages,
Complete carnage,
Intense bouts of dark clouds and deep emotions,
Sadness and grief,
Devastating heartbreak,
Deception & illusion,
Loneliness and neglect,
Abuse and terror.
Storms really have ruled and ran my en...
The night time really is mysterious. The dark cape of nightshade blanketing over the bright blue of the day time.
The twinkling stars, sparkling like lonely diamonds in the sky, whispering secrets nothings to each other.
The mother moon, gazing and descending on the piercing diamonds, like a proud mother telling them to remain silent and just to let their sparkle shine bright.
I lay here in these...
What is belonging? ...
Who do we belong to? ...
Where do we call home? ...
Who do we call home? ...
What is home? Is it a place? A person? A feeling?
People question what it feels to belong. From the day we are born, we are told who we are and who we should be.
What we belong to.
Who we belong to.
What our race is, who our family is, what our religion is, what tribe we fit in to.
We are told we ...
Storytelling....
This was my favourite thing to do as a young girl,
This was my favourite thing to write.
Ever since I was a child, I would get lost in the storybooks,
In to the minds and literature of the beautiful creative writers, who always captivated my mind.
Their ability to write, create, and tantalise the minds of their readers so deeply, immersing us in to the vastness of their imaginati...
Looking in to your eyes, I know you can read me and I can read you. I feel like you understand my thoughts feelings and actions without even saying a word and I can do the same to you.
That hug we had, felt like it lasted a lifetime. The tingly sensation and the speckles of small pulsating magnets between us made me feel like we were in a different reality. It felt like the angels were with us t...
Mimi wandered in to the earth like a baby earthling trying to find her legs. She was a graceful, peaceful fairy with billowing wings and surprisingly keen amount of fairy sparkles, glittering all around her. She wondered how she got here from the elemental world and the shining bright light of nod but accepted her fate and her current challenge of being in a completely different reality than what ...
Wandering down the lost, meandering road of life, one may question the reason for their existence,
Are we stuck in a matrix?
The quest for knowledge may bring you to the mystery of untold truths, hidden dimensions and multidimensional realms,
One may seek the dormant, rich ancient histories, enthralled with revelations, intellect and guidance for those who crave answers,
Ancient wisdom which spoke...
Where am I? Why am I here? The last thing I remember is being sat near a train station, drunk of alcohol, seeking for a miraculous channel of light to carry me home. Instead, I stuck in the bleak, drippy lanes of Hammersmith, yearning for a way back to the comfort of my own bed.
That's the last thing I remember but now I've woken up in a hospital bed. How did I get here? Was I attacked? Did I kn...
It all started off with a small elusive message, which created some sensual and intriguing interest between the two. This initial message led to a 6 year long passionate exchange of sensual messages, leaving a deep emotional, throbbing bond between the two without even meeting. The deep longing and intense desire grew between the two, year by year - craving the touch of each other through their in...