Humanity

  • Fly Away

    Falling from the sky she sings, ‘One day I’ll fly away’. Knowing she’ll always be falling. Knowing she’ll always be longing to fly away. Continue reading

  • Somewhere Else

    Hello my lovely bloggy friends, I hope you’re all coping with whatever your COVID situation looks like. I have been. And I haven’t. But I’m still noticing small wins along the way, which make me feel a little better about… Continue reading

  • Cupcake

    What I wouldn’t give for a blanket fort and a dinosaur cupcake. Continue reading

  • I Believe

    There will be world peace when we humans remove the words ‘I believe’ from our vocabulary, I believe. Continue reading

  • The Sun, The Moon, The Mind

    There is no day. There is the rise and fall of the sun. There is the opening and closing of eyes. But there is no day. Only a rolling eternity split by the sun and the moon, and the mind. Continue reading

  • My Sun

    When the sun woke up in my small human frame, I learned that love lives on the wings of the wind. My dear sweet, darling sun. Always swimming in my eyes as I gaze at those who need me. Always… Continue reading

  • Serious

    Why so serious? When all you need to know is: I am human. So are you. Why paint our condition with news voices and walls that keep us stuck in the rat race of clown face. Have we become but… Continue reading

  • Alleyways

    Slinking down alleyways, thrilled by the rippling dark. Black upon white, cold stone. Daisies tilt their heads: smile. Axes bite into crimson bone, dwelling in the corners of the corners. Pure. Devilish. A curious mix. Grace breathes life into fire.… Continue reading

  • Beneath It All

    Beneath it all, there is a human. Surely to be human is to share our world with others, and to find ourselves in their worlds, too. We get so lost beneath things that are not real. The stories we create… Continue reading

  • Disabled

    Imagine. If the highly sensitive folk labelled those who are not like us: disorder, disabled, broken. Imagine. Just imagine that. And we’re the broken ones they say. The ones who paint a canvas as naturally as the sun paints the… Continue reading