Yawn.

There is this condition i have… Whenever i hear church bells ring, Or when the keyboard is set on church tune And i see mouths quiver in prayer Whilst the minister repeats words I’ve heard a million times all my life I yawn. Perhaps mundane familiarity or from plain boredom I always yawn. An old […]

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Feels.

I feel,i feel,i feel So much for you its so surreal And i feel,i feel,i feel That we just can’t be real So do i question the path my heart takes? Or i can be proud I’ve never faked A love so free,so untamed And my love for another you couldn’t take? I crave,i crave,i […]

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Hi. I’m Unemployed!🙋

Hi,I’m Ellen. Born in a middle class but now poor family so at school i was taught how to be an employee. The art of sketching a tight notch impressive curriculum vitae has stuck to the tips of my fingers. As such,any attempt to illustrate my abilities or interests turns into a diarrhoeal rant and/ […]

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Ellen’s Baking Therapy

“I’m going to bake. Food that’s nasty Food that talks Food that walks And kills all dogs.” So I figured that I’d make food that reflects exactly how I feel. It had to bleed on my behalf. This is a healthier way to “bleed” since I don’t encourage self harm. I haven’t been the happiest. […]

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11th Hour.

Exactly 11 hours ago,I was broken. I felt I had lost myself and love. Now that’s different. I’m still here, and so is love. For myself. If I lose my mental independence and inner peace what have I left to give out? I have made better friends since my transition. I have created more meaningful […]

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Heal.

I know it now. I feel it. I sense guilt,isolation, pain and depression. My body has already started failing. Ironic that a lot has actually “piled” up. It hurts a lot. Like my insides can’t live in me anymore. I also sense change. Both within me and around me. My mother bruises me sometimes. I’m […]

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Dysfunctioning

So today he decided it wouldn’t work out. We had a vocal brawl and ended our love. Love. Was that what it was? Was it the tears I saw in his eyes? Love? Or perhaps the tears that later jutted out of my own?Love? No. Love was what began our separation. His love for himself. […]

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