Tag: CreativeWriting

I Understand – 17.10.2026

The weeks feel difficult to navigate on these glass-shard-covered pathways. You’re nearby, yet you won’t.

I can feel your energy. It’s screaming that you want to plug in and connect. Yet I sense that you’re holding back; through misaligned fear, you step back and restrain your thoughts in an attempt to force yourself to reset to a period before we connected.

Vulnerability is seeping from my soul. I have to stop myself from wanting to hug you. To dispel the mindset that I can bring you comfort, going against an innate fact that I know I can. For the first time in this lifetime, my patience is standing tall. There’s something eradicating the standard thoughts and processes. I’m deeply compelled to stay and be present for you.

Admittedly, I stopped fighting my feelings when I knew you created a safe space for me to express my raw thoughts and distinct emotions, without the gaze of societal judgements or the pressure of an incoming negative sound wave. 

Since Monday, my anxiety has been turbulent. I feel this deep urge to reach out and guide you into a warm embrace. I miss you.

This morning you found me selecting a suitable envelope, one that needed a little bit of tape. You came over, took my right hand in your left and expressed how much you’ve missed me. You guided me out, and I willingly followed, envelope still in my left.

There is no expectation. I want to show you the safe space I have for you. It’s at the volume you need, at the level you require, and, of course, if you would like to be hugged in silence, my arms are open. 

Strange But True – 19.09.2026

Strange But True 

Each time we connect, a conversation ensues. I feel a flurry of new emotions.

Part of me wants to know everything about you. Part of me thinks that part of me is crazy. 

Part of me trusts this with my entire heart. 

Part of me is frustrated with time.

Part of me welcomes the pace.

This space is unfamiliar, yet I stay because you’re here with me. Hand in hand, we walk confidently toward the future that our universe has cultivated for us. 

I Called It – 06.08.2026

In theory, I just met you.


Yet, I want to tell the world about you.


My life feels rejuvenated in my mind, throughout my body.


New thoughts override negative neurons, infusing them with a newly formed energy.


Ironically, I have seen your purest form, yet I feel nervous about sharing an unusual thought with you.


Interestingly, I have confidently told four people, ‘I feel he’s my person. I can’t explain why. But I believe he’s the one.’

The Love Series: My Heart Became Soft and Patient.                      

The past few months have taught me a great deal of patience and compassion, and this period has brought out a softness in my spirit that I have wholeheartedly indulged and embraced. These creative pieces will show you love in different aspects of life.

Through this narrative, I shall show you my interpretation of ‘love’ in all its shades and how, one day, something reached my core and revealed another unexplored facet of life.

Dame Unique

Mask – 11.06.2026

I’m masked up, always masked up.

When I let it slip, my commitment to this ‘friendship’ is questioned and shunted.

You’re elated when I’m doting over you and my attention is all about you. 

You have developed a taste for motivational speakers in your circles. You like playing princess and promoting your view on women catering to men.

When I’m focused on my work, you cry neglect.

Your smiles are present when I feed you. 

But what of the days when I’m at a low point? You shake and shunt, I fall off, and you’re the one crying. 

I had knives in my back, and tears blurred my vision as I bled out. Yet you’re upset because I hadn’t said hello.

Who can see through suffering? 

Friend – 30.04.2026

Her temperament is such that she recognises your stress and your inability to protect.

Of course, she will smile and send you positive words of affirmation. 

She has found peace, as our universe holds her up. She has found justice, having witnessed your demise, and it is a source of comfort to her mind.

She appreciates you showing her the true nature of a liar. 

Her prayers are being listened to, as it is only fair.

‘My friend, may your putrid soul burn through everything you value in life. May your tongue fall fast. May your substance rot and your lies curve and wrap you tightly. May your deceit eat through your passions, and your years shrivel up. Amen.’ 

Virality – 26.04.2026

Real ones will ask me for clarification.

The drama dogs will demonise my character and act shocked by the rumours they’ve heard.

It’s almost as if they’ve not been granted access to my inner thoughts and provided greater insight into human behaviour. Instead, they ride hard and raw on the tongue of the vocalised, manipulated versions of facts. 

May the fools be removed from my space.

May the innocent souls portrayed be highlighted.

May the man who wants more gifts post-celebration see his eyes turn a snotty green before he cries bile. 

Rest in peace to a friendship that died due to conversations in confidence, translated to create chaos and not factually correct.

For the mouth that channelled spores across the shared area, I hope you experience true pain and suffering—remnants of your contamination. 

Dame Unique