Lucid Dreams
the air is thick, this room is hazy I know you’re close, heart beats are racing. a sea of bodies surrounds me, not a face of despair I catch yours in the crowd, and I can’t help but stare. you smile back somehow, you make …
Being Beautiful Means Being Our Crazy, Silly, Embarrassing Selves and Loving Every Moment of It
Poetry
Conversations with the Wind
An Ode to my Favourite Season; here is one of my favourite pieces. As the Wind ran his familiar fingers across my cheeks, he played with my hair, freeing strands from under my scarf. Unfazed and determined to catch my bus, I continued to walk. …
Time Capsule
The Sky was a cloudless pale blue, as I stepped onto my deck on a cool August evening. I rested my head against the backrest of the patio chair, and gazed out into the backyard, past the neighbouring homes, and at all that I could …
Romantic Delusions & Temporary Amusement
I know that there’s a million places that you could be, But here you sit, on this bench, existing in this moment with me. I often wonder why you waited, why your patience never jaded, How much space and time’s between us, yet your spirit …