Holding Hands
You’re uncomfortable in silences. In sighs. In whispers. In conversations. How do you feel about holding hands?
Navigating complex emotions of jealousy, ambition, insecurity, joy, fear, peace, anger, happiness, betrayal, contentment, disappointment, love.
You’re uncomfortable in silences. In sighs. In whispers. In conversations. How do you feel about holding hands?
Getting older has me reevaluating what it means to care and thus, how closure looks It doesn’t have to be clean.
Friendship is a DIY kind of relationship that you can tailor to your needs, your personality and the other’s.
I grew up feeling like my life would follow the same path as other people – work and you shall achieve, be and you shall receive. It baffled me when I was attacked or called entitled for this, when the boys I knew, weren’t. I wrote about this often. I…
I’m forty this year. I asked myself if my life was a work of art?
Writing was my catharsis, till it became my crutch. A paper plane showed me the way out.
Games are just stories we feel we can script. Simulations of a life we can win. Algorithms we run, hoping for a different outcome.
Please don’t ask me to read you. I’ve spent far too long looking deep into other people.
I crossed a birthday last month. Joy is getting harder and harder to know.
Light. It’s an idea I’ve yet to wrap my head around, a word I’m still to learn to spell right, a reality that I still don’t entirely fathom.