...when grief becomes too big and heavy, it tears through your skin, shatters your bones and leaves you a wreck.
There'll always be more, what we can do is let ourselves be immersed in moments or things that bring us happiness...
I started writing to express myself. Nothing more. I didn’t start because I was expecting something in return and until a while back, it didn’t occur...
Imagine yourself in a conversation with a friend, and a machine is placed at your side such that every time you say “omo”, the machine beeps....
I recently read an essay Kim Liao wrote in 2016 on why writers should aim at getting 100 rejections a year. I found her suggestions intriguing, but they also...
I sit lonely on the sloping concrete that slips into the river with my legs deep into its water. This river has taken over this wide...
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