Rear view mirror

Finding the kindest voice inside yourself to meter out compassion to yourself, in doses that heal every harsh word over time.

Its strange, somehow, that music, lyrics, songs and sometimes the cold of winter that has the ability to mess up the dopamine that’s keeping you together.

Don’t keep looking at the rear view mirror to places you won’t be returning to.


You’re late

The door creaked open. The 3 of them walked in. Two of them sat down, and the oracle said to her, ‘You’re late’

‘Im… I’m late?’ She stammers uncomprehendingly.
‘Yes’ says the oracle picking up a pile of books from the table. ‘These books are waiting for you for 3 months’


invisible chains that bind

The words are not enough when silence stands like a fortress of dense secrets which keeps reality away from the fiction painted for the world. Carmine colored lips, and clackity shoes, dragged along the seashore along with thoughts of life… new beginnings sometimes look empty and bleak. Recognizable freedom is sometimes as miserable as the invisible emotional chains that bind us.