Dear Larissa: Night Vision

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Dearest Larissa,

Imagine for one moment, it was all genuine. The words, the smiles, the look, the touch, it all meant something. And when he swept you away it was intentional, with aim. You were sought after, you were looked after. It all meant something.

Just imagine for one moment, it was all real. And you weren’t crazy. And it mattered.

Because whether you’ve lost something that was real, or holding onto something that wasn’t, it was a flame that’s now lost to the dark – but it’s as present as the stars in the sky, the one you always find yourself looking up for. Has the darkness consumed it or does it light up the night? Will your star be a dead fire from the past or a flickering light in the distance? Will you resent its absence or appreciate its existence?

Whichever way you choose to see it, just choose to see it… for if anything, he illuminated your path if for a moment of time. To deny it in any which way – for better or worse – that’s the real loss. You traded in your time for a memory, it’s your duty to make it a good one. Because nothing changes the past other than your perception of it. Continue reading “Dear Larissa: Night Vision”

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Time Talar

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Welcome to the standstill; here in my timeless volt lays unspoken words. Guarded by broken clocks, these dormant verses have served no other purpose than to just be. But I’m about to shake up the sands of time, delve into history and finally set them free; I’m venturing online as I time travel into my work: old and new.

I’m fortunate enough to have documented my words and thoughts hoping that one day I could gain perspective from my history so as to build on my future; to get into my own head with a new perspective and extend my thoughts, turning the fleeting finite moments into an ever-changing infinite cycle. With that, I found that I could finally go beyond being a writer; I became the storyteller, the muse and the reader, shifting perspectives as I orbit around the centrepiece of my work. Continue reading “Time Talar”