Unlove

One fine evening I sat knitting. Shifting patterns and struggled trials, Doing and undoing the thing, over and over again… At times, I cursed beneath my breath, other times, I hurled them yarns and needles, right across the room… It was less a struggle with the needles, more with my heart and mind. The mind made it so…

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A Quest of Sorts

What do you do when you seem to be fighting for peace Every single day? To be heard, to be understood. Things running out of hands all the time. But what do you do if not wait and watch them slip from between the gaps in your fingers. Every turn you take seems to be…

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