June 30
This will be etched into my mind and heart for eons. The day my world changed, and I had no clue at the time. I can only look back and wish I knew then that this anniversary would find me here, with you.
This will be etched into my mind and heart for eons. The day my world changed, and I had no clue at the time. I can only look back and wish I knew then that this anniversary would find me here, with you.
Amazing how two people can find each other amidst and despite the noisy clutter in this world today. Even more amazing, how those two people can remain tethered to each other through firestorms of doubt, self-inflicted mind erosions and miles of unknown and unconquered terrain.
They say time will heal, but all I say is they don’t feel this pain. A pain of no goodbye, and no more tomorrows. Healing is a funny term, when you are completely and utterly broken by a loss. It doesn’t seem possible, and people then say, time will heal, for lack of anything else […]
Stuck in the middle of a place you never thought you’d see or be, halfway between a beautiful yes and a shattering scream, unable to plod forward or even look back at where you came from to sort out if time travel is possible, to that time when everything was magical.
It’s weird. Seeing things unfold in slow motion, Puzzle pieces clicking into place, Showing you clearly how heartbreak will come. You hold your breath, turning blue, hope tearing up your insides. Doubts thumping against your chest, propped up by each puzzle piece secured. A new world this is, an unfamiliar playbook for a familiar pitch. […]
I am terrified of two things: Snakes. Dentists. And maybe not necessarily in that order. But the gap between the two is quite skinny. I was about 11 years old when my mother took me to a dentist in downtown Nairobi. I thought we were headed to one of those back-alley salons where radio-shows ring […]
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