Terra Incognita

This is what happens when you feel too much and everything you do feels like a race against time: you write a poem that some might argue reads a tad high-sounding. And you know you should be working towards curbing your heightened instinct of self-preservation which, coupled with your almost crippling thanatophobia, supposedly gives you…

Finding Momentum

This is too sad. The monster versus the little people. And we are all broken-hearted. Also, now, there is this whole new situation to think about and deal with when we are not even done “mourning”. A bit of a “nightmare” unravelling for most of us. Which is fine… really. We’ll be fine… really. We…