OF LOVE AND WAR

I’ve sought long to seek answers to this desperate thirst, this aching pull towards companionship, towards other souls; the need to draw and be drawn to another human – brought out by the innate understanding that one’s burdens weren’t meant to be borne by oneself alone; that the cloak of loneliness was to be shed,…

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I remember standing in the rain that night it poured and lashed thick on the rose bushes I had planted two summers ago. I had focused so long on the dark clouds above that I failed to notice the blooming flower smiling up at me - the first one to bloom in my lifetime. I…

Seashell Resonance…

I've always loved the sound of the ocean breaking upon the shore, when I hold a seashell to my ear and listen to its tales and lore; feel its sudden cold like water rushing onto my skin, and a hair tousle in its gusty, effervescent whooshing... Wondering who speaks on the other side of the…

On this day, last year…

Dear reader, on this day, last year, I blogged for the very first time. A passionate writer and amateur doodle artist found her way into a large and glorious community of like minded, passionate writers, readers, musicians, artists, and friends who were not only involved in the creative process themselves, but also welcomed newbies with…

Rainy Moonbeam

Rainy moonbeam, gleaming in the water, puddles spluttering droplets, of pearly white colour... Who do you wait for, thundering Luna luminescent? Why do you stay aloof, in dripping distance? Taking cover behind the cloud, percolating, palled and peering, milky melancholy glances around, have the stars kept you waiting? Come down, sweet moon, descend in glowing…