Not writing for a long time is making me feel like a jigsaw puzzle missing its final piece.


Critique, please.



My favourite body part, shoulders.

Before I was old enough to know
what a ladder was for
I would sit atop my father’s and
gather the stars closer.

Before I laid with pillows
I would lower my head
between that space against your neck
where, in safety, I laughed, and I wept.

Before, they were only bones to hold
Now I pretend, I am Atlas
carrying the heavens
For if the weight of the heavens is a death sentence
You, are the most romantic penance.


It’s a little daunting realising just how many people there are on this beat up ball of dirt.


Over seven BILLION.




That’s a freaking big number.


It’s a wonder how people fall in love with only one person. Not to sound critical, but more amazed at the accomplishment. I’m a sucker for the feeling of love (though it is often confused with lust, and then we start to have a problem), and having only one person on my mind is very difficult. Too many people are just too freaking perfect and I want to passionately love them all.


But I don’t think you can love everyone. Sometimes I feel guilty when I realise what traits I will never, ever, find attractive, for absolutely no good reason other than it’s just not working for me. I hope it’s not some ‘supreme white person’ character of thought, because I don’t feel better than anyone else, but it’s not really a discussion topic that’s talked about often. So I will just hope that everyone else has certain traits they find unattractive for no good reason, and will make me feel less guilty about being picky.


Three things I adore about the people I want to be passionate with are –


One: Humour. This is super cliché and feels dreadfully redundant to say, but it’s super important to me. I’d rather choose never feel love than never feel happy ever again. If you have a broad, intense sense of humour, I’m already yours.


Two: Intelligence. Not the conventional ‘tertiary’ education. We all have that. I mean can you whisper to me everything I don’t know yet? Will you explore the vast newness of what’s out there with me? Can you leave your inhibitions behind and really push yourself up to stand with me and look out at the future? If yes, leave your application with me.


Three. Shoulders. There has to be one physical aspect to drool over. Plus, I like giving massages, so this could work out well for both parties.


Are you super picky about one particular trait? Do/did you ever have a check-list? What percentage of looks v mind do you think you have. I’d say I’m a 30/70 look/brain split myself, which I think is quite comfortable.


Leaving this song here because, well, I like it.