I feel happiest when I am writing, the soft tap of the keyboard, Or the flurry of my wrist as my pen meets the page. When we write, we become artists, painting a picture for our readers, a splash of colour here, and a certain direction there, A grey world becomes colourful. A chorus of experience coming together in a chorus of many harmonies singing as one In the quiet, as the chorus quells, there is a moment of contemplation. The tying of a bow on a lyrical present. There ar

That's not to say that I did not know that was coming, or that I was the first person to ever find that frustrating. It's not that I don't like working, it’s more that I have been working at 120% capacity for the last three years.

There are so many things that I would like to do, that I would like to achieve, that I'm interested in. This automatically means that I end up doing a lot without acknowledging the fact that I am potentially doing too much at once — and that leads to an endless cycle of burnout.

When I looked at you, you burst into flame. As the flame burnt, you did not scream. Instead you outstretched your hand; our hands...