TRUDDIE'S DIMENSION

Holder of my soul, Charmer of my heart, And lover of my mind. To sail in my sea of love, Is no easy feat. We will face the undercurrents, Lightning will strike, Thunder and rain will all be upon us. My captain, On your starboard, I will be there, On your portside, I'll still be there, On dark's edge, I'll be the light you see, And on the day's edge, A shoulder to lean on. I'll help you read the stars. The Northern Star and The Southern cross will guide us  As we traverse the unkown and uncharted, We will find comfort in the wonder of the constellations, We will be magic in the darkest of nights, We will be music in the stark silence, We will be calm as storms rage, In this sea, my love, Despite the ebbs and flows, We will stay afloat, Our horizon is beautiful my captain, And together, Holding hands, We will get there.

Dear Dearest, I hope this finds you well. It’s been a really long minute. Like a really long one and I just wonder how you really are. It has been seven moons. Seven moons and I haven’t seen your face, heard your voice or heard you laugh. See, I’ve been wondering how to reach out to you. It may seem awkward or stupid considering we can always call or text each other seeing that we are living in the modern world but to be honest, I sometimes never feel those calls or texts. Or I just don't like them. Call me old school or whatever but I am one of those old souls who would write letters. And for you I would write anyway because you do that to me. You make me want to reach to these parts of me which I can only put down on paper. If you must know, I wrote this in longhand before typing it. I fancy letters and the beauty of words put down in ink. There is something quintessential and raw about longhand. For me I feel an ambient connection between my mind and my soul. Emotions then flo

Photo credits:  Other Perspectives What is wrong with your face? Why is it all blown up with pimples? Your acnes look so big why? You know you should take more fruits and litres of water. Try so and so ointments and scrubs. Sometimes the acne is just because of dirt you know. These are some of the questions and statements that I have encountered in regard to my bouts of acne outbreaks. See, I have lived with acne for thirteen years now. Yes, thirteen long years. It is one of those things I hardly talk about because it is among the insecurities I have struggled with for so long. I mean thirteen years is close to half the number of years I have lived on this earth already. If you meet me now, you probably can’t tell that I once had raging outbreaks but if you look close enough though, you can see the scars. My skin is one to easily leave permanent scars.  I still have outbreaks but they are not as violent as they were in my pubescent years.  This piece is for those peop

It still feels like dream, Like it never happened, But it did. I still feel the emptiness, The pain, The loss, And the numbness. I hear a laugh and I just remember, How much joy yours brought. I see the fallen leaves, And I think you left too fast, I think you were still meant to see more, You were still meant to see the sun shine and the flowers bloom. An amazing person you were, Always there to help, You shared my ups and my downs, You anchored me firmly and strongly. But I guess God needed you more, And I cannot ask Him why, No matter how much I want to. I do believe you are up there somewhere, In a good place singing with angels. I am jealous they get to enjoy your light, While I am stuck here missing you. From where the sun now stands, I am glad I knew you, I am happy you lived, I am happy that you were happy. I hope that at the beginning of my end, When my west gets amber-tinted, I will see you again, On that shore so bright.