Personal Truth

  • Muddy Waters

    Muddy waters are pure beneath the mud. Continue reading

  • Season’s End

    It was a season kissed with pastel colours and peach-scented days. But even the most beautiful seasons come to an end. Permission to breathe, sweet human-flower. Permission to fall and rise again. Continue reading

  • The Wind of Change

    Every so often, the wind of change blows me a dream. A spark. A glimpse of the person I truly am inside. Sigh. Where do you blow, sweet wind? And what do you wish this sleepy dreamer to be? Continue reading