Me: I think something is broken and I tried my best to gather the pieces but I lost a piece along the way.” SWF: Why do we think we need to be whole? And this is what I can’t stop thinking about. Who told me that I needed to be
Diary
I’ve always called myself an amateur writer – I’m not great but writing is how I express myself. Sometimes, that shows up as poetry, other times it’s semi-fictional stories, and rarely, it’s completely fictional short stories.
The common thread is that every piece I write is an extension of myself, and is very personal to me. As such, sharing is really hard for me because it’s like allowing someone to read my diary. But here, I want to try to share that diary with as many people interested.
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If there’s one thing I know how to do well, it’s sharing my struggles after I’m safely on the other side. But not this time, and being this transparent is uncomfortable. Here’s something I’ve learnt lately: doing
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In time I’ll forget Or maybe this time I win: Our tale for all time
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Bright-winged bird, Watch her do a double pirouette in the sky – The steps to a beautiful dance. Bright-winged bird, Listen to her sonorous voice – As she sings a joyful song. Bright-winged bird, Feel her comforting weight on your
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