Nearing the end of another chapter, My fingers eagerly awaiting to turn to the Next page. It's time to start anew again, To pick up all the torn pieces of paper And tuck them into my pockets - I'll find use for them eventually. I'll run faster than I ever have before, Trailing whispers of … Continue reading Et puis…
Sticky heat under a clear sky, Racing through tall grass, Flowers and small bugs sticking to my clothes -Run faster. My muscles scream out in Short gasps, Lungs filling up with each sharp inhale -It hurts. Light casts shadows across barren fields As hot water trickles down through the trees, A vacuum of thick heat … Continue reading Remnants of Summer
Cher journal, Goodness it's been a while hasn't it? I often underestimate how swept up in life I get. It's not necessarily a bad thing- I've enjoyed being busy, but it is nice to step back and reflect every now and then isn't it? Take a deep breath and truly allow your shoulders to drop … Continue reading Rebonjour
Swim faster, harder- You're trying not to drown.Dont forget to throw lifelines toThe others, although they're floating.Stop thrashing around, Take a deep breath - "Je sens rien, je sens rien"How many times must I repeat myselfBefore I believe it?Is there a lifeboat passing by?No more room unfortunately,Only survivors are welcome.Am I still dreaming?Paralysed by fear … Continue reading Swim
"I was focusing too much on trying to be who I think I'll become, that I wasnt allowing myself to be who I am right now."- Alex
Tap my "off" switch - "I'm sorry, the device you're using is Disconnected." Quick, wrap your arms around me, Perhaps warmth will bring me back. Maybe we should try music or Dancing - do you feel anything yet? Plunge me into ice water instead, Hold my breath for a little while - Wait, don't drown … Continue reading Bluetooth
Ivy leaves and vines Weave along my arms. A burning sensation creeps Into my chest as I gasp for air, Drowning in thoughts of "If only". My perfectly brewed poison, self-made. Violent thoughts paired with plastic smiles - Oops, I bit my tongue too hard. My admiration distorted by possessiveness. Claw through the layers of … Continue reading Invidia
Tip-toe over strange whispers of Words which fall from the mouths Of sharp-tongued serpents. I grieve a mirror-image, Slightly distorted by your alcoholised-hot-breath. It seems to take confessionals to close Our chapter. I hope to follow the opposite path, To carve out my own road, Brick by yellow brick. Naivety and optimism have led me … Continue reading Chapter Closed
"Being touch starved — also known as skin hunger or touch deprivation — occurs when a person experiences little to no touch from other living things." Living alone has been wonderful; I have my own kitchen, I don't have to share my space and I can walk around the house naked (if I so desire), but living alone during a pandemic? … Continue reading Soup for the Soul
I finished another journal last week and I've already started a new one. I always look forward to the end of each journal as I get to look back upon all the things I've written. When I read through my latest journal, I realised how much I had grown as a person in the past … Continue reading Begin Anew
Le Journal d'Emelie 