From black, to red and purple. The sun moves the sky and the river glistens beneath the clouds. Longing for the surface and a new world opens up in front of me. 39 minutes until I land into the lap of my new life. I am here and I am gone. This is it. Two thousand British pounds, Space Lion, and this colour. A new life is being formed right before me. I feel excited and I feel good. I think this may be the most intimate moment I have ever spent with the sun. I hope that I neve

Grief doesn't have a timer. It is processed in both minutes and months; transcending through the crevices of time and life itself. There...

It has been almost been four years since I last published one of my writings on this platform and in that time, I had the trivial pleasure of getting to know life a little more intimately. As I sat beside grief and sipped my coffee, I saw life for who it was. Or better yet, what it was. I saw how deep the blue can sink and yet how ironically shallow it is at the same time. I learned lessons of heartbreak, loss, change and ache. As I endured my twenties in all of its accessori

This early morning, I sat beside my auntie in palliative care and watched as her short life came to a swift end. She was only thirty-five...