10th June

𝕯𝖊𝖆𝖗 𝖉𝖎𝖆𝖗𝖞,

I am afraid it’s getting worse. I don’t know how much longer my body will hold out.

*I have so much life yet to live, so many things I wish I had done. Now, stuck here in a hospital bed listening to the rhythmic beeps of my heart rate, I can’t do anything.

All I will do, all I can do, is wait.

11th June

𝕯𝖊𝖆𝖗 𝖉𝖎𝖆𝖗𝖞,

The doctors told me it’s a matter of day...

The door clicked open, and I stood dazed in the corridor, hand grazing the handle I hand pulled.

Finally home. Exiting, right?

I scanned the simple apartment, examining the dust that had gathered in the year I had been gone for. I felt a smile inch across my face.

It was a humble flat, nothing special but it felt good to back in it. It may not have looked like much, but it meant a lot.

This is w...

Lying, lazing, lavishing

Slowly, softly, drifting

Sleep wanders my silent mind

Beaming does the sun as I drift.

Lying, lazing, lavishing

Relax, relish, reinvent

The pine provides me shade

Cools the sun that blesses my skin

In a patchwork pattern.

Lying, lazing, lavishing

Feeling, wandering, existing

The grass beneath my fallen head

Feel the graze of a blade

Falling slowly, relax and feel

Focus ...

“Miss Cardama, you will be staying here for tonight. I apologise for the state; as you will have heard we have a shortage of rooms. The pandemic has taken a toll,” the nurse sighed, her exhaustion was not only audible, but visible. She had dark blue toned rings around her heavy eyes, and she seemed unfocused.

“Thank you Aria, I am sure it will suit me fine.”

Lola Cardama examined the odd menag...

I stubbled through the vine plagued forest. Trees stab this skyline, a trail of blue blood soaks each cloud. My thoughts run wildly as two legs try to keep pace. It’s past midnight, but sky is day. Fumbling limbs and aching feet, these moments could be the death of me.

“Oh hell.”

Gargled sounds revirbarated behind, bouncing off of pines. Screaming, running, tumbling, tripping. Must reach base.

The...

Mila loved food, probably more than she loved her husband.

She found the question of sweet or savoury rather silly. Why not have both? She would ask.

Sure, some foods had enchanting textures, but what really mattered was how it tasted.

Sweet, salty, umami.

Spicy, bitter.

All honesty, Mila was not a huge fan of the latter.

She would, however, get lost in the flavours either way.

There’s something ...

I met my friend, Amita, minutes before the bus arrived. She had been off school for the past few days, so I was glad to have her back.

It wasn’t that I didn’t have other friends, quite the contrary actually. I had a pretty large friendship circle and we all hung out together often. Even so, everything felt easier around Amita; words became more fluid. I felt less like every move I made was being p...

I’ve always been afraid of the dark, or rather what lurks in its shadowed sanctuary.

I’d heard the stories. Of course I’d heard the stories: The tales of monsters and darkness and heroes, stories that held a place in the hearts of everyone. These were stories of valour and victory, but what lay with me those cold nights as I tossed and turned, were the looming faces of the alien creatures, chthon...

Their arms were intertwined, like a network of flesh roots. They were a couple metres ahead of were I paced; I walked slow in attempt to not reveal myself. It was strange to watch these people from so far away, when I knew a time I was be part of their forest too. The man and women giggled and swayed as they stepped, as if they were drunk on affection, and undoubtably priceless wine. How I envied ...

Be brave,

She who had called me her little sun and left,

With only those two words;

Be brave.

The war still rages, mother,

The tides still batter,

I wish could be the little sun,

But I’m afraid my light is shattered.

Be brave,

The words replay in my mind,

Every day, every hour, every second;

Be brave.

I miss you, mother

Sometimes I still believe you’re near,

I’m not sure if I can accept the tru...