Why do we write? What makes you want to dance through words and paint them on a blank page? Where do the words even come from? Anyone can write. How many of us have kept journals or diaries? Leaving pieces of ourselves on stray paper that we never shared or looked at again. The thing… Continue reading Why We Write.
Death is an awfully strange, strange thing. Feared. Misunderstood. Senseless. I sit here, thinking of all the smiles and all the sounds of laughter that used to echo from the bridges of close companions. How one day, we sat and talked about things that mattered and then how suddenly, they were gone. Like smoke in a… Continue reading Grief’s Stains.
It’s surreal. The end of the year is inching closer and my mind keeps trickling back to when it started. I remember faces and places. I remember conversations and scents. Moments that I wished would pass and somehow, still haven’t. It’s been a rough road, riddled with sharp turns and potholes but hey – here… Continue reading Goodbye Depression. Hello, Happiness.