Connoisseur of Memories

I am me. Of course this should make sense since no one is disputing this fact. Yet, I find myself in a quandry where subconsciously I am trying to identify myself by standards set out with conformity in mind. More often than not, when I look in the societal mirror, I stand out and this… Continue reading I AM NO ONE

I know what it is like to take a wrong turn and be plunged into the darkness believing that light can never find you. Trust me, it will, keep pushing... It eventually opens up. Maybe it is because you get used to the dark and eventually start to see better... or maybe because light exist… Continue reading LIGHT GUIDE

I wish I'd go a place when I am overwhelmed and everything will just be fixed. A spot that can bring me peace. It doesn't have to be a physical place. It could be a memory but what happens when your best memory is what you are running from?

Sad girl, Your eyes don't tell the tale They are twinkling Behind the mystery of the depression Your smile beguiles your pain The timbre in your voice mask the tears behind your words Sad girl How can you be alone in a crowd? When your companion you abadonned Sad girl Why do you paint the… Continue reading SAD GIRL

Image from pinterest A pair of brown eyes... Intense gaze horizontally... A worship concert. A slow blast of stromae singing "formidable." The juggling of the bus on an untarred road in the rain... The first meeting vertical and horizontal. The walk in the middle of a protest. The promise of chips and movies... The first… Continue reading MEMORIES STAY

Unknown. When people are asked this question: "what is your dream...? you get like really inspiring answers ... I don't know😕... You fill that one out. For me, it is the simple things, like wearing turtle necks in actual cold weather, a cup of hot whatever in hand fixing the world, one word at a… Continue reading What’s my dream?

Pinterest. Some people taught me to love black... The color of my skin The race of my people The sound of my music The adage of my clan Dancesteps of folklore The memory of subservience The disadvantage of privilege Black is my father The tree of my ancestry To see white in black To stand… Continue reading I KNOW BLACK.

From pinterest. When we hurt, it festers... but before it becomes a sore, it is first an open wound. The time before we realize we've been hurt is the loudest. After, the quietest and shortly thereafter, comes the chaos. Hurting is like a slow burn. You keep melting but you don't smell the roast until you… Continue reading IMMEDIATELY AFTER THE HURT

Have you ever woken up any day just feeling like you shouldn't be here or even questioning why you are? If not you, someone else... have you ever met someone who would rather just die than live to fight and struggle for happiness or thriving? Have you ever been without the will to beat the… Continue reading ENNUI

Pinterest(Huff post)It is neurotic. You know you are acting crazy almost obsessive and compulsive, but you can't help it because your mind is spinning in all the million ways you are not enough and can be replaced. You know there is nothing wrong with you deep down. In fact, you are aware that you are… Continue reading WHAT INSECURITY LOOKS LIKE