A Kitchen Sink.

“Are you searching for purpose? Then write something, yeah it might be worthless. Then paint something, yeah it might be wordless. Pointless curses, nonsense verses. You’ll see purpose start to surface no one else is dealing with your demons, meaning maybe defeating them could be the beginning of your meaning, friend.” –  Kitchen Sink, twenty one … More A Kitchen Sink.

Letters to you: I

Why I never write about you. I’ve exhausted myself enough, let me begin. No, beautiful boy , it’s not because I don’t love you enough, it’s because I love you too much. And I cannot much afford these words for I am left drained by the time I finish if there ever can be an … More Letters to you: I

On Change. (Who am I kidding? This is soo about the meltdown I had.)

To say the least, I have been busy… The past week I finally read Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein, being on a personal mission to read the best of old literature i.e classics, this one was another feat which left me quite content. Having heard the story already as a child I was quite excited to read … More On Change. (Who am I kidding? This is soo about the meltdown I had.)

Ni l’un ni l’autre. Nous sommes tous bâtards. (Neither one nor the other. We are all bastards.)

‘Rien du tout, ou tout tout de suite. Du tout au tout, indécis.’ Words. Do they intrigue you as they do me? A word… one, two, three meanings, all different. They seem to betray their nature so quick. Taken out of context, they can mean anything, they can mean nothing. See for yourself :   … More Ni l’un ni l’autre. Nous sommes tous bâtards. (Neither one nor the other. We are all bastards.)

She.

      You find yourself sitting under that cold-vent again, wrapped in your paper thin school blazer. You look over your shoulder and catch her mid-laughter, hers is the most beautiful smile you’ve ever seen, it reaches up to her eyes which crinkle at the corners, filling the static air with a pleasant giggle… … More She.

A beginning.

      I understand this is unforgiving, using a terribly clichéd title and first blog post, but…. To, this page. Before I begin, it would be nice to acknowledge the amount of dedication and inspiration I mustered up to finally start my own blog. It has existed in my mind for far too long, … More A beginning.