sorrow – This Labyrinth I Roam

The other side of goodbye

Either I only truly get attached to people who stay or … well, what else can it be? Like a web, I’ve built a solid foundation from which I jump from place to place knowing that even when I fall, I can drag myself back because of that strand that binds me to my architectural masterpiece. This,…

This is for you, Rami

He was the first person to ever tell me I was full of shit, not as an insult but as an observation. I was in the habit of using my words to get away with everything – of convincing people I was okay and that life was great. He saw right through me and I…

You.

I miss having a boy to call my friend. I blame you. If you hadn’t captured my imagination like you promised you would, perhaps on lonely nights such as these, I would just curl up, read a book and fall asleep. But my hair itches for your fingers to run through them. My ears miss…

Gutted.

I locked myself in the room for the first time in ages last night and I wept. My grandmother walked into a cupboard thinking it’s the door to the bathroom, she walked into the wall while going to wash her hands and if I wasn’t around, she’d have fallen down from her chair. My worst…

Love is such a pain in the ovaries

I notice that no matter how we dream – travel, fame, career – our happiness all boils down to possessing love. To know it, to put it out there, to take it to bed with us as a shield against nightmares. I know successful entrepreneurs who are making such tremendous impacts on the world, I…