You don't write because you want to say something. You write because you have something to say.
It’s personal. This year. It’s all about knowing. Yes. That’s the word for 2020. Knowing. The last decade began with me not knowing myself. Actually, I had no idea that I didn’t know myself. If you had asked me back then, I would have denied it quite vehemently. I would’ve said I know exactly who […]
“Learn to be independent.” Every time I face a challenge that seems like an impossible obstacle and my own voice sows a seed of self-doubt in mind, I hear my father’s unequivocal voice demanding that I be independent – in thought and action. And every time I tide over stronger, eventually figuring it all out […]
“I would’ve thought you are a writer.” I don’t know what it is that the girl in the chocolate store in Belgium saw in me, but it was more than I had ever seen in myself. She saw my truth, she saw me for who I was. Writing has been my singular truth long since […]
“Should I be worried?” you asked me. And I was quick to blurt out an emphatic NO. I didn’t want to lose you, I thought. But I never did have you, so what did I fear losing? Could anyone take away what I feel for you? Could anyone take away the beat my heart skips […]
One of the many side effects of living away from “home”, of opening your world, or better yet your mind – it’s just not enough, nothing. Where do I belong? A question that haunts me in broad daylight, one I know is not unique to me, yet is my very own. You are not born […]
There’s a lot going on / So much change all around / It makes me worry I’ll forget / The things that make life great / The things that made me me / All those cherished memories / So much in my head / A million new things every breath / Will all those old […]
Being a misfit had always been a feeling way to familiar to me. And over the years I’d had more than my fair share of emotional battles attempting to conquer it, to fit in.At first I would ask myself why – why am I so different, so ambiguous, so confused. Then I began accepting myself […]
The line from a song / It was words all along / The messenger of my thoughts / It was words all along / All I wanted all this while / To get a moment on your mind / Now all these days have simply gone / And I’ve wondered all along / Did you ever […]
I see you turning all my corners / You are there, everywhere / In my eyes, in my sight / In my voice, in my music / In my words, and yours / In my head, in my breath / Always on my mind / I see me turning all your corners //
What is it about feelings that they can be just as ambiguous as insinuating? Signals. Different then and now. Different every time. The look. The like. The touch. The text. The invitation. The request. The anticipation. The acceptance. The validation. The truth. I’ve been meaning to write more about feelings, you know the deeply emotional, […]
