Sometimes I wonder what the point of waiting for my dreams to come true is. Of anxiously waiting for things to happen that seem like they’ll never happen. Sometimes I wonder if I’m the only one who’s stuck in this place, a place where the future I imagined with sparkling eyes is an alternate universe, an…
Tag: writing
This Is What Makes Us Girls
It doesn’t take much to be carried away on the weak wings of imaginings, as these fleeting hopes take us to unimaginable heights. It doesn’t take much- a look, a laugh, a lie- to lose ourselves utterly to the dancing little girl inside us, to her girlish fantasies and impossible dreams. It doesn’t take much…
A Few Scattered Thoughts
I sit across my brother as he sits choosing university courses. How easy it seems, to him at least, to choose the course of his life in a matter of a few classes. His eyes are lit up with excitement at the prospect of them, of the roads they will inevitably lead him down. I…
Zebra
They see me, all they do is see me. Because I cannot hide in the wide, open pastures of cruelty. Instead, I crouch down low, and try to avoid their shameful gazes. Their eyes full of judgement. For some, I am the wrong colour. No matter my clear accent or my birth certificate, I will…
Recipe: Vanilla Sprinkle Cupcakes with Frosting
So I finished writing the first draft of my work in progress this week. No big deal. You’d think I’d be excited to finally finish it, or even sad that it was all over, but instead I just felt…empty. I was expecting some sort of intense emotion, like the overwhelming excitement I had when I…