It started with rain. It started with rain. Nights spent listening to the thunderstorm that was keeping you awake. Mornings spent drinking coffee sitting under the safety of the porch and reading words under grey clouds. It started with things I love the most. It started and ended with an almost. But almost is never … More Hiding In My Poetry: It Started With Rain.
Dear Strangers of Internet, A Letter To You… Is a part of my writing work that I cherish deeply. It’s a serie of letters wrote by fictionnal characters (*from my imagination, duh.*) who are processing things along the way. In therapy, the characters learn that writing letters to people is a thing they have to do … More A Letter To You: Dear Ma.
Your voice. It was your voice. They say the first thing you start to forget about someone is their voice. I’m trying to remember what yours sounds like but it’s all starting to blur in my mind. I’m trying. I close my eyes to keep trying… And I can hear it again. The soft tone … More Hiding In My Poetry: Your Voice.
“Isn’t it beautiful ? To be able to spread your wings and fly, little bird ?” The little girl asked. Little did she know, if the little bird could speak her language, he would answer: “You can too. All you have to do is try.” This is K, signing off.
Inspiration comes in waves. It comes and goes. Feelings are pretty much the same. You experience them and then, they disappear. Or you think they do. Writing helps me to deal with feelings, to process them and understand them in a better way. The thing you should know about me is that I love … More Hiding In My Poetry: Come back to me.