Silence Speaks
There is a voice that doesn’t use words. Listen. – Rumi
Read More Silence SpeaksWho Am I?
I see my refelction in the mirror, and wonder: Who am I?
Read More Who Am I?All Over Again
And just like that, bit by bit –moment by moment: this becomes your life.
Read More All Over AgainVoiceless
What have they done to deserve suffering?Why do they pay the most severe price?
Read More VoicelessIt’s Hard
It’s hard to breathe and to see; All I feel is the shaking of my knees.
Read More It’s HardTravelling the road of Tragedy
There are some things which happen just a little too soon, a little too quick and a little too deeply – for us to ever heal completely.
Read More Travelling the road of TragedyMemories
Thoughts captured in time, Desolate remains. Only written in black. Like the ashen embers of an extinguished flame. Representative – of our connection. How it burned, and faded away.
Read More MemoriesMy Voice.
Are words the silent scream, off a voice that wishes to find the courage to speak?
Read More My Voice.Belonging|Loneliness
Sometimes I wonder: why do we alienate ourselves? Pushing and pulling at the boundaries of belonging and loneliness. I wonder what is the purpose? Of choosing to be in the “in between” of presence and isolation?
Read More Belonging|LonelinessEqual and Different
Why is it that in the process of change we pick the other, instead of all?
Read More Equal and Different