Crystal 
Grief is a vacuum. It’s a chore to recall events, happenings from a week ago. You find yourself forgetting what you had for dinner the night before, because last night feels like years in itself. Memory is fleeting. You visit old places again, places you’ve always known, places you haven’t been to in months, and … Read more
I looked in her eyes and it terrified me – in the most beautiful way, because in them I saw so much depth, so much life, so much understanding, such that did not align with that of a 10-day-old baby. She held my gaze. She looked right back into my eyes. I kept telling her … Read more
Journal entry: 26 June 2023 Little flower, I know not yet the texture of your skin or the pucker of your lips, or the way your eyes catch the light I know not yet the sound of your cooing, or your smile when you look up at me And I know not yet the smell … Read more
Have you ever seen a sunflower in the middle of a highway?Its yellow face, stark against the grey citySmiling towards the lightIt is dressed in green and bathed in rain Its petals a crown on its head The sunflower sways and twirls at the wake of dayAnd the mellow of nightIt needs not validation nor … Read more
There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed – Hemingway. What do words mean to you? If words become something tangible from our minds onto a book or screen for an audience to enjoy, then perhaps there is no limit to writing. It’s purely subjective. Is there … Read more