This One Is Personal

If you have ever read a post of mine then you probably remember I am always referring to ‘my stories’ and how I ache to free them into the world. Well, the time has finally come for one of my stories to come to life. But this is not one of my usual stories, this…

…almost a year

almost a year since my last post, and yet, not much is changed. she is still not one of them, one of the people. she is still misunderstood. still only her and her stories, and her stories are still unwritten. however. some where written, but not the ones from lucid dreams, or day dreams, or…

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She could not relate to them, to the kids around her, so she found refuge in stories. Later on as well… she had this feeling coming from deep within her being, she could not put her finger on it – an anxiety, a thirst for something beyond, a RESTLESSNESS. … She could be so restless,…

The Hunger – Part I

If I think back I’ve always been hungry. for knowledge. for stories. for beauty. for food. for love. Let’s expand on that, I am going to start with knowledge. I like knowing, you know? like… everything. I know, it might sound exhausting. it is. but not really everything, just what’s interesting ofc. that is, what…

The prison that is my mind

I often find myself thinking of the past, of the present, of the future. Of me, of my life, of accomplishments, mostly when I see them – so glamorous, so perfect, all so pretty, some of them naturally, some due to the make up, or some due to the love they have in their lives…