By The Sea

This book completely surprised me. The magical narration, the nostalgic voice of the characters, the pain, hurt, memories and restoration, redemption and forgiveness is beautiful and something my own heart desires. Captivating story. Here are a few jewels I found in Abdulrazak Gurnah's novel By The Sea: "It's a dour place, the land of memory, a... Continue Reading →

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Midnight Crisis

  There is danger in the silence of the night. In the darkness looms limitless creatures and thousands of shifting shadows. The hours of darkness muffles the mumbles and whispers of the troubled and living dead. In the deep chambers of the night everything loses its sense of solidity. The air is impregnated with Silence... Continue Reading →

Have all beautiful things sad destinies?

"It was a beautiful place- wild, untouched, above all untouched, with an alien, disturbing, secret loveliness. And it kept its secret. I'd find myself thinking, 'What I see is nothing -I want what it hides- that is not nothing.'" - Wide Sargasso Sea (1966) by Jean Rhys

Shadow of You

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jclnm-0ktHM   I know I could lie but I’m telling the truth Wherever I go there’s a shadow of you I know I could try looking for something new But wherever I go, I'll be looking for you Some people lie but they're looking for magic Others are quietly going insane I feel alive when... Continue Reading →

Two Faces of Honesty

  Honesty is contagious erupting like a sudden convulsion taking over the body, tongue, mind and soul pulling out the little hidden lies setting them free into Satan's dark abyss.   Honesty is restoration healing like an old wound giving back life, joy, freedom and peace nurturing the newly found truths cherishing them closely in the heart of the... Continue Reading →

Blooming Addiction

I've already forgotten Your name but everything is Your fault Energy leaks out of my pores Reason is merely a noun I'm no longer part of this world unable to quench the thirst for stability, for sanity Gravity has no hold over me I stumble through open spaces and smooth surfaces I've been plucked out the rich... Continue Reading →

The Stranger

  There is a love I reminisce, like a seed I've never sown. Of lips I am yet to kiss, and eyes not met my own. Hands that wrap around my wrists, and arms that feel like home. I wonder how it is I miss these things I've never known.   By Lang Leav  ... Continue Reading →

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