Journal of an Aspiring Artist: On a Sleepless Dawn
It is 4:23am, a Wednesday’s dawn. The traffic is quite so loud it ceases to be sound. It feels like a body next to mine. Breathing heavily and…
It is 4:23am, a Wednesday’s dawn. The traffic is quite so loud it ceases to be sound. It feels like a body next to mine. Breathing heavily and…
The consistency of my writing here is like the drunk person attempting to walk a straight line. But I have an excuse, I have had a full-time job…
She filled up dresses, blew up skirts, parted hair, pushed and pulled at everyone. The wind. On my way home, I opened my arms wide. "You're flying!" A…
No I didn't get published! There are probably more unpublished writers than there are published ones. I have just officially become a proper writer. ;) The officialness surfaced…
I recently quit my job. I liked working there due to several appealing challenges it held for me. It was different from anything I had done previously and…