Road Trips are for Storytellers

‘In medias res’ can be roughly translated as “in the midst of things”. So let’s take a moment, sit back and relax, forget about beginning and endings, the deadlines and the places we need to reach, let’s live ‘in the midst of things’ let’s focus on the journeys. My brother tells me with a voice... Continue Reading →

Rent me a Love Song, Buy me a Casket

"Goodbye is the saddest word I know. The saddest word you know is my name." When heartbreak knocks on your door, it will sound exactly like the song you've been humming under your breath all day long, only backwards. Which means, you will not recognize it at first glance. It will quietly sit under your... Continue Reading →

Raindrops

"Rain will wash away everything, if you let it." How long until we start to clean up our own mess? We were once an early morning sunshine, the crack of dawn, dewdrops on windshields. We are now the aftermath of a hard day's night, a forgotten flashlight, a lost voice. Sometimes, if we look close... Continue Reading →

I asked the internet to show me what it means to love, and in between clustered images of red hearts, I got - a box of chocolates - criss crossed open palms - and an empty piece of paper. So if there's anything I've learnt about love, it's this.   There is only so much... Continue Reading →

Autumn leaves don't get invited to birthday parties. They are too loud, too messy, too close to crumbling with far too much parched skin that no drunkenness of any sort can save. They are too dead to celebrate life. Autumn leaves are lonely. Each cry for help gets muffled under the cracks and snaps and... Continue Reading →

The easiest way, they say, to calm your nerves is to take a deep breath and count to 10. So breathe in, breathe out. It is only as big as it gets in your head. Fear is fickle. Wading its way through the cracks of your mind, only to plant roots in parts of your... Continue Reading →

If I should have a daughter, and whenever I do, I'll make sure I tell her not to have hopes from you. For I know you won’t treat her the way you probably should, and my daughter won't keep shut the way I usually would. There will be no bedtime stories to help her fall... Continue Reading →

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