A Lotus Life - writing blog

the Catholics call it the ‘devil’ but science has proved that it is simply just chemicals in your body connecting to your brain mixed with the flying neurones that are your emotions its quite a concoction aimed at pure bliss yet creates more havoc than anything 5 minutes of thump for 30 ...

I’d rather be alone then settle for what’s less Less than the average Joe when my own potential exceeds amazing Amy. I’d rather be alone then banter about TV shows, movies, sports, politics because my opinions are just a girl’s! I’d rather be alone and drive my own car/...

What’s the point of it all? Don’t wonder. Wondering leads to disaster. But I wonder. Where does this lead? What am I meant to be doing? What is beyond the light at the end of the tunnel? Turn it off. Quieten your thoughts. Numb the firing neurones. I am meant to wander aimlessly? There i...

Driving through a concrete jungle, neighbours in cars, passengers on buses. My mind numb from all the light. My ear soaked with urban madness. I close my eyes - black, vast, darkness. Finally, it’s just me. A place where no one is responsible for how I feel, what I say, how I re-act. I can

I’m already contemplating a new adventure, and this one isn’t even over yet. I guess I should be used to my scatter brain ways. It’s not the first time that ideas gush at me and hit me hard, always face first. But for now, I had to focus. I was on the tail end of

The feeling lies in the gut of my stomach, a big lump, rises upwards, lungs, heart, pit stop in the throat. Fingers feels the spazz, electricity surges right down to the tips. I can’t see clearly, my thoughts overtaken by frustration, betrayal, and the overwhelming urge to scream. Punch? ouch,...

He can read what I am saying, staring into my eyes. I can smile forever, from just hearing his laugh. Talking for hours, about really nothing at all. I stop for a second - no, I’m not a teenager and I can still feel like this. Do this. Be me. Best friends. Can be lovers.

Friendship is a structure, built with time. So much for building this house of cards. Months of laying the foundation, nights of endless chatter and giggles. Spoons, hugs, secrets shared. Pacts made, without blood involved. The support system, a surrogate family, trials come along with tribulations ...

365 days of existence, the earth has completed it axis. 12 months, of breathing, beating, eating, walking, living? or dying? A reason to celebrate - what exactly? Counting numbers, counting years - number the candles, make a wish. Toasts, cake slices, hurrahs. A celebration, of existence? A celebrat...