To The Woman Who Mothered A Kingdom.

Aunt Harriet (RIP) Is it possible to lose a parent in parts? If it is then I just did. It’s part one. (June 14, 2021) I was born to a young couple that barely had any idea of parenting. When things got heated for them, they ‘left’ me at my paternal grandmother’s home. A housewife … Continue reading To The Woman Who Mothered A Kingdom.

Our Last Time.

I want to love you properly. Like it is my last time. Your last time. Anyways, it is our last time. Never to see us again, our last wish. Loving someone else, our worst wish. Never to make plans with you again, our lost wish. Never falling in love again with us, our feared wish…so … Continue reading Our Last Time.

Memories and Feelings

Written in my head are stories of memories of us and what we used to be. What we represented. Flash backs of words I can’t form. Sentences I can’t build. Stories I can’t explain. Feelings I can’t expose nor express. Jumbled. Memories I am confused about. Whether to open them up again or close them forever. … Continue reading Memories and Feelings

Break Up Blues. Is It Always Their Fault?

When a break up occurs, usually, every one of the affected parties will play the victim card. Even the clearly guilty bustard will try to get people in their favor so that they’re not looked at with an evil eye for breaking the vows, promises & or anything the relationship stood for. However, a mistake … Continue reading Break Up Blues. Is It Always Their Fault?

Baby Steps. The First.

It's 8:14 p.m. He's just getting home. The streets are cold. It had drizzled. He'd braved an agonizing traffic that usually forms after. He goes up the steps to his home. Pretty bummed & looking like a suited up zombie. Lazily knocks at the door & follows it with the usual abracadabra "It's Tut." The … Continue reading Baby Steps. The First.