This is the view from my desk. I live on the third floor in a centrally located flat. I recently rearranged my room at my SO’s prompting. I’d been out of sorts and he was determined to help me. “Change will do you good,” he’d said, and he was right.
Waar was ek ‘n jaar terug? In my bed, besig om te slaap? Dalk was ek besig om iets op Netflix te kyk. Ek weet net ek het ‘n jaar terug nie veel met my lewe gedoen nie. Maar waar is ek nou? Ironies genoeg lê ek in die bed, ek is nie klas toe vandag nie, maar ek het ‘n geldige rede! Ek is siek met een of ander maag-ding wat rondgaan. Anders as dit, though, is ek beter af as ‘n jaar terug. Continue reading “Een Jaar Later”
I notice the way the light is leaving her eyes, slowly and not all at once. They don’t sparkle anymore, not even when she’s discussing her favourite book or film. They are cold and hard and lonely all together. Continue reading “i notice her 1”
It happened on an ordinary day, in an ordinary town, in an ordinary province, in ordinary South Africa. The day had started out like most winter mornings: cold, misty, and miserable. I was late for work, as usual, except the day didn’t end as usual. Continue reading “mercury 1”
Vandag is ons twee-jaar liefdesherdenking, my en André s’n. Hierdie twee jaar het onmoontlik vinnig verby gegaan. Op een of ander manier voel ek bedrieg, amper asof ek vir die meeste van hierdie twee jaar vas aan die slaap was. Ek hoor altyd daardie gesegte wat beweer dat tyd vinnig verbygaan wanneer jy pret het. Maar het ek werklik pret gehad, of probeer ek net alles wat gebeur het te vergeet? Continue reading “hy verdien beter”
I take a drag of the abused cigarette. The smoke burns down my throat and I exhale through my nose. Ryan tightens his arm around my waist and kisses my temple lightly.
“You don’t have to do this, you know,” he whispers. “It’s bad for you.” Continue reading “martin and sofia 2”
I’m not sure where I’m going with this, just had to get it out. Continue reading “the world will end in fire”
BABY DON’T HURT ME
I’m just kidding. It’s been stuck in my head since I saw this exact response on Reddit on a thread earlier today. Continue reading “what is love?”
I’ve always wanted a dog. From a young age I would pray every night that my parents would trust me enough to gift a dog, or perhaps a cat – any living thing, really. Of course no one answered. Continue reading “animals”
I cup his face with my hands and lean my forehead against his. My pulse is surprisingly steady for being this close to someone I might love. His eyes search mine, but we’re a bit too close and I can’t focus any longer. Continue reading “martin and sofia 1”
Raindrops patter against my skin, soft and cold and unwelcome. Continue reading “evita”