bohemian soul, cosmopolitan existence 

I am enervated with feelings of under appreciation, invisibility and irrelevancy. That my mere existence is one of sheer inconvenience; one akin to cancer or a depraved parasite. Of feeling like there’s nothing for me here. That there never really was and that I am not worthy of much more. I’m tired of looking for reasons to hold on but […]

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tough love

As I sat in my car awaiting my appointment, the shrieking wails from a toddler tore through the melancholic silence of a sullen underground parking lot. Such are the howls of boy being forced against his will; roaring and thunderous. I couldn’t help but find a connection between his reluctance in being strapped into his car seat with my […]

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rose clippings

I awoke today with a newfound sense of valor and persistence. A firm fervent hunger to simply succeed at any cost. This beautifully unadulterated determination that yes, indeed I can manifest and create such desires by tomorrows eve.

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all the single ladies

I did the unthinkable yesterday. I mentioned to a mother of two that I was enervated. Simply opened up about how exhausted I’d been of late. How the need for an afternoon siesta was becoming increasingly burdensome and how I struggled to find balance juggling different roles. Of course what was I thinking? Speaking such truths to someone like […]

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dead on arrival

I wish I could be the kind person who was genuinely elated for the good news of others. The kind who truly felt delighted and profoundly jubilant over their milestone accomplishments. That I could simply comprehend and revel in such joyous occasions as opposed to the usual display of faux contentment; the farce that simply masks my actual contempt.

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contemptress

My life is a tangled web of insolvency and despondency. A slave to melancholic tendencies. Blinded and paralysed, a parasite of sorts, fused into my soul with no hope of dissolution. One in which I have become accustomed to, as if we were one; forever fettered.

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