Thoughts

They love me, they love me not…

‘They love me, they love me not, they love me, they love me not’. One of my most vivid childhood memories was plucking the petals off my mother’s vibrant blue hydrangeas flowers muttering those words. It’s quite ironic, even from a young age, we fiend…

Thoughts

Grief or love without a home

When people think of grief, the words sadness, hopelessness and pain often come to mind. Most people have heard of grief or experienced it first-hand, you probably wish you hadn’t. Everyone perceives grief as one of the most dreadful emotions and everyone attempts to escape...
Fiction

Behind closed doors

Hello world! As I walked into the lobby, my heart was racing, my palms were sweating and my throat felt congested as if there was something that needed to come out. I felt so nervous, I couldn’t even distract myself. I tried to pick up…