PURE

People paint a peculiar picture of vanity. Unrelenting ideas of what’s the perfect pretentions. Reflecting on what will be socially accepted. Experiencing self doubt on their own image. P.U.R.E Wake up to a splash of water to your face, Look in the mirror and smile at what reflects back. Never turn and look away in…

Patience

Crafting my cadence to reflect on this waitlist. Waiting, waiting, waiting… Elevator music is playing. As we rise to the top floor, There you are similar to my preferred pedestal. Plans in motion, without a specific motive. How did we get here? How did we intervene? How could what feels meant to be, feel so…

Heavy Rain

Does it have to be like this? My fall, your break. Get back up, two steps back. Does it have to be like this? This and that.. Constant hesitations. My downfall humoured, yet I’m not a comedian. Feeling comatose, yet a bitter taste is in my mouth. You shout, they shout, we all shout. Dark…