I’m not a huge fan of anything Sci-Fi. I don’t know. I just couldn’t get myself into it. The book club tried previously with The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy and I could barely get through the first two books. … Continue reading Adrian Tchaikovsky’s Children of Time: The Only Sci-Fi Book I’ve Enjoyed
More than ever, my bedroom has proven to be my favourite place during my home quarantine. I’ve always held strong notions of making your room both comfortable and functional. As an introvert, I’m always forever grateful to have my own … Continue reading Finding My Bedroom Aesthetic
I’m so emptyLike a shellHard but hollow I am dead yet I existConstantly swept away by the wavesOr wedged in the sandTill someone or something picks me upBut throws me back down I’m a shell of a personGoing through the … Continue reading An Empty Shell of a Person
Here it comes againJumping from behindA surprise I never see comingIt knocks me off my feetAnd I lay therewith the weight of the world on my chest It clouds my mindFills it with thoughtsAnd sadnessIt never stopsEven when I try … Continue reading Here It Comes Again
I’m addicted to being alone The quietIt’s not the absence of noiseBut the presence of peace It’s the vacuum for your thoughtsA place for your dreamsLet them float freeAnd be yourself No pretenceNo maskNo insecurityBut full of authenticity Let your … Continue reading I’m addicted to being alone
