displeasure

This poem comes from an observation. With all this craziness going on in the world, it has allowed us all a lot more time at home. Whilst being at home, I have found myself being mindful, being more present in the moment. Observing things – whether this be literal from outside my windows, or through Continue Reading

sore

my knuckles are sore from obsessive compulsive cleaning scrubbing off the germs of anxiety of mass hype and conspiracy theories that no soap or water will protect against – even bleach doesn’t singe the bacteria left behind  being told to stay home is fine when you’ve been locked inside the confines of your mind for the longest of time we welcome you to your own personal hell, sanity the ones Continue Reading