Lost in translation

I've always wondered. Why you walked towards it. That fire in the distance. Even though you were told it would burn you. Something must have got lost in translation. Sparks of ember had you trapped in a trance. You thought you could handle it because after all it was only a quick glance. But what…Read more Lost in translation

Set in stone

I built a wall. But I didn't realise that it would at some point crumble and fall. Because nothing is set in stone. It's practically impossible. Even the most strongest of trees will wither away when it becomes old.  Determined to follow the plan to the letter. As if it would automatically make things better.…Read more Set in stone

Paving the way

Sometimes you wait. To see the blessings or test in whatever was delivered to you by fate. And you reflect. Trying your best to understand why you were placed in certain circumstances and the reasons for its effects.  Yet nothing comes to mind. Even with all of your efforts to introspect. But you still continue…Read more Paving the way

Cloaked in splattered ink

An array of colours. Paints, pastels and ink; A variety of those too. Some brushes; a few different sizes will do. But before I start, a cloth must be laid out in clear view. Protective garments are necessary. Especially gloves for the hands. Now all that's needed is that paper holding stand. Not a proper…Read more Cloaked in splattered ink 

The Art of broken pieces

A trip to the beach. Just before the Sun rose. Exactly what I needed. Some fresh air to breath. A beautiful sunrise to see. A type of therapy. Not one I expected to receive from witnessing a piece of pottery wash up at sea.  It looked quite old with cracks that were filled with gold.…Read more The Art of broken pieces