Can we stop already with this vision, dreams, imagination, hallucination, delusions, and sicknesses aftermath or whatever name you choose to call eet? Like I don’t quite understand anymore? What do we even take God for? He is not a bell button that you just push to answer to your tune!
There’s no better joy than when your writings are appreciated or when someone can actually refer to a line of your midnight musings and say, ‘Oh that part made me feel so special.’
The beauty of art is in appreciation.
I was having this thought about the beauty of a writer dating a writer the other night, and I tried searching for pictures that fit this. I was really shocked when I saw loads of pros and cons about the benefit and pain of dating a writer. read more
This morning, my sister was trying to tell me she ran into the taxi guy that drove me once and she was like, ‘Ha, I saw your friend yesterday and I asked him why he hasn’t been coming around.’ My mind did a quick search around the few people I call my friends and the number of those that knows where I stay. I couldn’t figure out one and I was forced to ask, ‘Which friend?’ Imagine my shock when she said, ‘Your cab guy na.’ I had to tell her there and there that he is not my friend.