I walked in alone. Unaccompanied. Escorted only by vivid memories of you, and echoes of your laughter. The reggae enveloped me and the beat stirred my heart. I missed you then, more than my every day I-miss-Attika swings… With a ferocity that brought forth a spring
It’s been a year exactly since you breathed your last, and I am still not sure how to feel about it all. Spaces of nothing, a vast inexplicable sense of nothing sits within me, refusing to budge in the slightest. You are gone. My final goodbye delivered over thousands of miles of water and land […]
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Love, Loss, and Life's Adventures
The heart harries the mind to tarry; only dead fish go with the flow
The dream is free; the hustle is sold separately
Tales of humour, whimsy and courgettes
Make yourself a drink.
mkhana in transit 