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The onion’s holy layer
We are all onions. We all have layers. Different levels of understanding that reveal themselves as we get to know someone. Peeling these layers is my…
One star at a time
For some time now, I have been overwhelmed by an uncontainable sense of traversing a long and painful identity crisis. When I realized the quest I…
The third eye
And suddenly the third eye opened. Asleep for months, withdrew into silence, literally and figuratively. Bricks piled up one after the other to fill the hole,…
Schrödinger’s Lovers
We often tell the story of couples splitting up because one cease to love the other. Love songs weeping the loss, weeping to no longer hold…
In the ring
I went on a jaunt for a month. A month I didn’t stop moving. A month that jostled every part of me, like a slow earthquake,…
Findingthe “I”
The first question we should all have an answer to is “who am I ?” As long as this question isn’t answered, we go from what…
Idealism
Sometimes, days are so dark, and news is so bad I don’t even dare writing them down, in fear that words could make them even more…
Saturday night Fever
It’s dark, and the floor is trembling under the frantic jumps of the crowd. It has been two years since she put a foot in a…
