So about four months ago I randomly met this boy in the city. He stopped me while I was walking to my bus stop and we started talking because that’s what people do. I found it fairly easy to talk to him and conversation flowed quite well considering this was our first time ever meeting…
Read MoreWhy I believe in fate
I have recently realised that I am quite a big believer in fate. I don’t necessarily think that this is a conscious choice, but just something inside of me that has always subconsciously been there. Now, I contradict myself a bit when it comes to what I believe in the ways of the world. What…
Read MoreDancing On My Own – A poem
I know I’ve always been a poem, Looking for a voice to make me a song. But in my search across the oceans I’ve never found one that belongs. All their singing did was drown my words But now that I’m alone, I’ve realised it’s my own voice that is perfect, And now I’m dancing…
Read MoreWeird…
First of all, words intensely fascinate me. I don’t know why but I just find the etymology of words and how they evolve over time and the usage of words really really interesting. So.. weird. A weird word I must say. I was going to write this post about our perception of people and things…
Read MoreI fell in love with a bird (in a dream)
A couple of months ago now I ventured to the weird side of the river in a dream. I wasn’t aware there was a ‘weird side’ but according to the dream there is. I walked along the path beside the river and to the left side of me was a quite dark, mysterious looking forest…
Read MoreWhat happens when you chase the sunset
Journal entry 05/01/2018 | 9:45pm I suppose it’s safe to say it’s easy to get carried away when swimming towards the sunset. Both physically and mentally, with the waves sweeping your body out further and further, but your mind doesn’t mind because it wants a challenge. Deeper and deeper, further and further, so far you…
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Can Ghosts Die?
There are some places I’ll never go back to. Not because they meant nothing to me, or because they are not worthy of my revisit, but because they meant too much. Because they hold memories of a person who has left my body. A me who is no longer. A me who helped build the…
Read More2017.
I wasn’t sure whether I was going to do a post like this – a reflection of last year. I just wasn’t entirely sure whether if was important or a completely worthwhile pursuit, simply because nothing has really changed except the numbers we use to label our days and life is still moving forward so…
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The day brings a fire brigade – a poem
I think the hours wear us away Perhaps more than we think. They wear away our guards. Our masks. All the things that protect Our most vulnerable selves. That’s why in the dark I am suddenly powerful. I can’t see the things that scare me. At midnight I can do anything. Maybe it’s just because…
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Lauren Kathleen 