Sunday, 29 January 2012


The solemn dark earth was a shrine of orbs. Shining, glowing orbs, as grand as the sun, perched on top of installations thousands of meters high. These were the Gods, the entity They coveted, the being They fought over. When they fell, countless white debris showered Their heads, Their mouths murmuring prayers.

My head turned, and I found myself awake in the dark. Alone, frightened, and disturbed.

Saturday, 7 January 2012


Having the chance to take a deep breath for a moment seems like a privilege. But if what you hear the very next thing after that breath is news that breaks your heart more than you want to, more than it should, you seem to forget the things you were so very intent of thinking the days before.

You were the one person I saw myself spending the day with, throwing things into the air.

It’s heartbreaking to see the image shattered.