There are two kinds of waiting. One with a definitive end in sight, no matter the time. One without. The latter is a kind of waiting without waiting. Which means to say, you don’t know if things will ever change and you don’t want to bet on it, but each time you try and close the […]
There is a water balloon inside my rib cage. It strains and pushes. It wills itself space in a confine where there is none to spare. It has reduced my lungs to limp socks. It doesn’t let me breathe. Where now should this thought go? Do I put a leash on it and walk […]
It takes a tragedy to remind you of what truly matters. And tragedy, like any other word can be defined loosely by all, and specifically only by you. My epic tragedy may just be your comedy of errors. Your little catastrophe may be my little denouement. So you lost her. So you’re in pieces. So […]
1. Try getting over it 2. There is too much to get over with
If there is one thing I have learned about the sense of utter desolation at the end of love, this is it: it is never about that one person. It is rarely even about anyone else. If you feel empty it is not because someone has left you. It is because you have left you.
“Caring for myself is not self-indulgence, it is self-preservation, and that is an act of political warfare.” – Audre Lorde Self-realisation is a necessary but lonely path. Sooner or later, it should happen to you, unless your nature is that of a particularly tenacious ostrich. It is not an overnight train to Bruges. It is […]