Cry mercy of a wretched thing Time-tailored, sewed beneath my skin Plead fallacy: that old defence Wanting, needing ignoranceRenewed and reborn Youthful squander is a blessing Wasted on the young but still It bares no thought, no second guessing Put me back there now I've learned my lessonI'll shine like no other. I'll not look or hear again That evil trauma I had craved Replace my spoiled pal...

The last two things I got from my ex, besides emotional trauma and self-discovery, was a plant and a mug. I called the plant Tyger, after the actor from Outnumbered, and created for him a persona that would remind me of all misguided love interests and I could smile at it fondly with an overly affected maturity. Like Sara Pascoe creating an entire TV show about making a TV show to successfully ...

"Stranger" by Dakota Ryley grapples with the emotions of feeling so alone, being consumed by your thoughts, that even the walls in your home feel like you're surrounded by strangers.  No longer are you only able to be introspective with slow songs.  She places a deeper meaning to a melody that doesn't usually ask you to reflect. 

Sometimes it feels like we want to escape our own inner-verse...

I felt myself split in two one quiet summer night.Sitting in a strange bedroom, doing homeworkdoomscrolling She appeared then:Sitting cross-legged on the carpet opposite memy mirror image. however  I became afraid of her black eyes of the words I didn’t have to explain herexistence and better yet to send her away I had checked every box in pen:Desperate. I counted painstakingly on my fingers:I ...

Jealousy has been rearing its vicious head for the first time, unmasked. A hideous smile so wide and deeply sunk, the rest of its face disappeared behind it. Only the piercing, malevolent eyes stand firmly above, so to penetrate my gaze. He sees me and I see him. A rigged staring contest in which the conqueror is already set takes place. To my great demise, it is not me. I am vanquished. Strand...

Jealousy has been rearing its vicious head for the first time, unmasked. A hideous smile so wide and deeply sunk, the rest of its face disappeared behind it. Only the piercing, malevolent eyes stand firmly above, so to penetrate my gaze. He sees me and I see him. A rigged staring contest in which the conqueror is already set takes place. To my great demise, it is not me. I am vanquished. Strand...

What am I?What is my purpose?I do not want to simply exist. Please, tell me there is a reason. I cannot stand the idea, that I was simply created with no reason. I cannot give one to myself. I have tried; it crumbles to dust eventually. Yet, if I am so neverending, why, then, am I?Am I? Am I what I have been told I am?Are we not just slaves to the wills of the many around us?Do they not shape u...