Darkness is not a tangible thing. You can’t sweep it under the doormat or take it out in trash bags, we only wish it would be that easy. It’s a mist, lingering in the house of your life, gets stuck in all the corners and is much harder to get rid of than mold. It … Continue reading Drinking my cup of grief while I stare into the empty space where your soul used to dance
Pretty sure January’s only job is to be as miserable as ever and this year it definitely got the employee of the year award. Besides the everyday dose of greyness and darkness lurking around every corner there was just something in the air, a slight fog of melacholy, wrapping around small sweatery humans and leaving a slight bitter taste after leaving.
HOME • noun • /həʊm/ • someone’s or something’s place of origin, or the place where a person feels they belong I love how this definition doesn’t constrain you to one home only, but rather gives you the possibility to have a whole list of homes. There are so many cliche quotes such as “Home … Continue reading I’ve made this vastness a home or is it the other way around?