At the end of a frustrating day (nay, week), I unwind with you and realise that hardwork isn’t all that it’s cut out to be
What started off as a cosmic joke soon turned out to be a reintroduction of me to myself.
I let my anxiety wash over me as I try to get to the heart of my emotional disturbance
To live, is to regret. To not live, is to regret. But, what would you regret more?
In trying to relieve pain, I come face to face with a painful memory I realised I had never addressed.
Mid rant, I realise that standing in another’s shoes could never triumph seeing through another’s eyes
How my feelings on sharing my personal space mirror my thoughts on opening up my heart
The realisation of my earliest wishes makes me wonder whether what I wished for was really what I needed