sharing my writing

I’ve been twisting and turning the concept forever
its whys and hows and whats
watching it like a gemstone in my hand, shifting colours in the light
until I finally accepted its beauty
without understanding its purpose…


I guess neither food nor feelings care if they’re eaten, once they have been slaughtered and prepared. And oh have I slaughtered – I better just serve it…

I give you raw feelings on a plate of words, for you to eat if you’re hungry and leave if you’re not. Naked confessions in bleeding pain gravy. Slow-cooked thoughts and sliced perspectives, decorated with metaphors and seasoned with philosophical herbs.

Welcome to the table.

Enjoy the meal.

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