I don't write. I create.
Right now, I feel good. Thank you.
Tomorrow, I’ll feel better.
In an hour, I’ll feel restful and at peace with last weekend’s peril and demise.
I’m thankful for being taught valuable lessons and for confirmation that my spirit is centred and my moral compass is aligned with my purpose.
For every wrong move you make with me, you will suffer by three.
Tonight
My head is tired.
My thoughts are on high-speed.
Abandonment is painful.
Everyone goes, eventually.
Trust is costly, and time is a trait of age.
I’m frozen with the memory that my writing was admonished for expressing my feelings. I’m cold with the thoughts that I thought you would never behave in this way.
Even knowing my trauma, you opened the curtains and re-enacted one of the worst things anyone has ever done in my life.
He saw I was down, injured by shards of misinterpretation. No! Misrepresentation! The information was ambiguous and clearly indicated a meeting.
I bled out, and he asked, ‘What are you up to?’
Then left me there for 24hrs.
Thankfully, I managed to get help. Miraculously, I survived the night. Regrettably, I sent a text. Notably, it went unanswered. Lazily, one word was sent in response. Secretly, I pondered over my next move.
I’m awake now. I reckon I’ll be okay. My new scars cover old scars, hiding my love for the unknown and perhaps the inconsiderate.
Tears are there, and a great escape is pending, but I push back. Well, step back. This is too much.
Now he’s gone.
Today is an extremely difficult day.
I want to cry, but my tears have yet to escape.
Today, I hurt.
People make life toxic! Where do I find the flow of clarity?
I want to cry now. Please.
As time proceeds and we experience the future, I discard all things associated with negative energy.
I accept that I shall walk alone, and I embrace new beginnings.
And just like that, sense has prevailed, and the fog has dispersed. You should’ve made it clear, my dear. You should’ve been truthful. 📵 ‘Fuck that liar! Fuck his friends and fuck his bitch.’ – Life Mantra
Two nights ago, I dreamt about the meaning of the word vulnerable.
I realised I had misunderstood the meaning of the word. I was out by pages.
I stood up and apologised in the only way I knew best – through writing.
I have spent another twenty-four hours ruminating over the word’s meaning and actions.
I mean, I’m not the most intelligent form of existence.
You feel vulnerable with me.
What is happening is a fine blend of elements that take time to create.
Wax seal over the opening.
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Be free. Explore. Remember.
Hello December!
What a time it has been so far; I’ve been restless with my thoughts and lacklustre with my writing—November of a month of planning and preparing but failing to execute everything.
I’ve listened to an array of audiobooks but did not complete the chain by reading paperbacks. Often I feel guilty about that, for I have a vast collection of creative pieces written by amazing people. Yet, I pass them by each day and note the new layer of dust each week.
At the end of November, I accepted that I had not written due to a mental blockage. Instead, I’m riddled with self-doubt and overcome with stress and fear of failing. It appears I have been struggling for months, and I need to break free to thrive and flourish.
Today is the day I will restart the chain!
Goal: Write 100 words per day.
Unique
You split your heart in half and made love to me.
I accepted my half and consoled you.
You gave me time and memories I’ll cherish forever.
I told myself that…
Sometimes, some things are best left unsaid.
I wipe away the 76th tear of the day.
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I’ve missed many moments because I had to attend work. I believed my priorities were to earn first and visit later.
Only I was too tired.
I hear your voice regularly. Your advice is embedded in my heart.
Wishing won’t change anything.
I’ll forever love you.
Welcome November
Welcome, November,
The eleventh month in the year marks the eighth week count down to the end of 2021.
Last month, I spent a lot of time reflecting and working on close relationships. Friends are essential in life, and I guess I’ve been guarded in the past – many factors surrounding why I react how I react. Though October has taught me to embrace my friends more and understand why things are the way they are.
I’ve enjoyed listening to several audiobooks on Audible, specifically The Jane Austin Classics, Her Body and Other Parties by Machado and I’ve recently started The Midnight Library by Matt Haig. Audiobooks help me to get deep into a story while going for a stroll and staying healthy.
I tend to be quite hard on myself when I don’t get things completed or give myself too much to do in a short time.
In October, I have learned that when it comes to writing, I have found that I infrequently go through periods of emotions when I can’t seem to write anything – too much on my mind right now.
I’m often distracted by life, or rather the drama in the lives of others, which leads to my time being channelled into wasting energy on nonsensical conversations and people who take too much and give nothing back in return.
I need to focus on my needs and not the needs/wants of others. This will lead to an increase in productivity in my creative endeavours.
I digress.
October was a month of pleasing others and neglecting my craft. November will include more trips to the library, museums, and a lovely café that serves vegan hot chocolate.
Embrace reading every moment you can, and don’t stop.
Dame Unique
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I’m officially waking up at noon.
I’ve just had an awesome idea, which needs to marinade.
Yes, I’m a ‘well-seasoned,’ thinker.
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