Intimacy. It holds a different meaning to all of us, a word so estranged, that none of us can put our finger on it. We each define it so uniquely that it’s no longer a signifier for one particular emotion. It’s an amalgamation of physical and emotional needs that we all mix with different formulations. As I’ve recently discovered; intimacy is far more complex than … Continue reading Intimacy

Armour is a protective covering, used to prevent damage. Damage inflicted by the direct contact of weapons – during combat, or caused by a potentially dangerous environment or action. Our hearts are not a demilitarised zone.There is no main defensive wall of fortification.A place constantly targeted by sanctions.Pink mist, abundant. How can we not be armoured?Protected, guarded, cautious and reserved.Attack is inevitable.The ally turned enemy.Trojan horses … Continue reading Disarm

Throughout my days, I have moments of being intoxicated.Ordinary days, ordinary moments.Moments that are fleeting and hyper-intense.There’s no exclusive trigger, nothing specific that is a catalyst for this intoxication. It could be a memory; a memory of a kiss, a perfectly described concept or an alarming sound. It could be a sensation; a dull ache between my thighs, pulling my hair out of a tight … Continue reading Drunk

A single fingerprint can reveal so much about who you are, your unique identifier in this infinite expansion of time and space. An impression left by the friction of your finger. An identifier that is detailed, unique, unchanging, and durable over the span of your life – making it the perfect marker and symbol of your identity. If we look at a fingerprint as a … Continue reading Fingerprints of a Thief

In a strange moment of self-awareness, I realized something intriguing. It dawned on me that nearly everyone I know has a hidden inner world, mysterious and private. Somewhere in the labyrinth of our minds, there exists a locked door – a realm of curiosity that remains impenetrable. What’s concealed behind this door? Secret desires? Unspoken perversions? Vulnerable cravings? Do we, in essence, harbor concealed identities? … Continue reading Duality

Please stop. You’re hurting me. The police officer telling my mother how I died. Shut your fucking mouth. I remember the day my sister was born, tiny wrinkled fingers and toes. His hand around my throat. I understand it now. I was attacked. That’s not the word, you need to say the word. You need to go to the police, he might do this to someone … Continue reading Safe

I’ve always had an affinity for voices. While many people draw desire from the aesthetics of others, I can’t help but feel compelled to advocate for aural beauty. How is it that we can identify someone so distinctly through the sound of their voice? This intricate blend of tone, frequency, amplitude, waveform, pitch, volume, and timbre is so unique that it can be likened to … Continue reading Auralism

Perpetually stuck in a revolving door of anarchy.In the most simplest of forms, I am a mess.A delirium of unpredictability.Soft mayhem.Chaos. A predestined fate followed out incorrectly.A predictable direction, veered off course.A plan that never goes to plan.An abundance of unknown. The arrhythmia of a dying heart. Humanity without morality.Billiards on an oval table.An anthem, syncopated. What is chaos but the formless matter that existed … Continue reading Chaos