The Art of detachment

Sometimes there is a need to take a step back, into the shadows, for a moment just quiet and  time stilled. For Even the liveliest of beings, for as tiny as a millisecond feel the urge to not be seen. What more the Lots of men with crippling fear of sight on their skin, one that makes the hairs on their flesh possibly walk.

Friendship Break-up

 I was doing a re-run of Teen-wolf for what was perhaps the tenth time, and I Got to the first episode of season 5 where stiles desperately tries to ensure that he and his closest friends all find themselves in the same environment after school, his struggle to have his friendship work out with his friends after realizing his dads didn't work out, had me thinking about how many friendships I had lost, and would still lose as time progressed, it had me mourning what I had and what I was yet to lose.

"C'est la vie" was what a close friend of mine said, when I mentioned how easy it is to lose people you

I Got a Tattoo

 I always knew I wanted a tattoo, pretty intentional ink littered across my body, what I didn't was where and when I would get it. I knew it had to be small, almost invisible and it had to be a semi-colon. Why was I so bent on having that little punctuation mark one may ask, I liked the meaning, the idea that a story didn't have to end, just because there was a pause, I loved the fact that it meant continuity,  Hence for a number of years I knew in my Guts what my first and probably my last Tattoo would be. 

The tales of Grief : a memoir

The melancholy you get staring at the sunset listening to blues after a disappointment, the feeling in your chest, the one that leaves you near-wheezing, akin to the perceived stillness of the sky when the last traces of the sun departs, that is how the calmest pangs of grief hit. Now, imagine the fiercest, I dare you.

Barbie: a review(without much spoilers)

 

I walk into the cinema- one that is painted with the barbie signature pink(#e94196)- all excited and feets tingling. Growing up I was not always eager for things , but one thing I loved more than anything  was this mini laptop-looking video player, where I would play all of my Barbie CDs. Now that I am older my love for the female icon has only quadrupled, it makes sense why I spent months preparing the perfect outfit for this historical movie. Somehow, I managed to persuade my brother

How Do you Handle rejection?

I recently applied for a job I was so confident in my ability for, all pieces were put in place, and everything seemed hopeful and prospects high, it is no wonder when I saw my rejection mail this morning I was rightfully surprised. You see I am not one to pride myself in optimism In fact, I would rather associate myself with the pessimistic side of the expectation radar, I try to keep a balance, just enough hope to carry on, enough will to thrive, but never too much to get complacent.  

Asymetries of our time

Perhaps life should not be as deep as it is,  coffee in the morning and evening chai by the window watching the fading hues of the sun as it flirts with the sea, refusing to part, lingering long enough for the ever so eager body of water to make one last attempt at reflecting the beauties of its departing lover.

A gathering by the moonlight when the witching hour is nigh, blankets wrapped around tepid bodies, laughter filling the night, providing entertainment to the long-eared owl hiding in the thick of the woods.