Life,Actually

Gogo👑 When my mom passed on you said i could call you mummy if i wanted to because you would be a mom to me. At the time, my 8year-old heart-broken self thought it made no sense because you were gogo and you would always be gogo. How could gogo be mummy?  It was only 10years later, when i returned home, carrying nothing but faliure, a low-self esteem and very weak faith and you recieved me with open arms that i understood. In that moment, you were my mother. Coming home to you was quite possibly the best therapy ever. I don't know if you knew you how broken i was but every little thing you did helped mend me. From your very loud prayers where you told God the entire family's business to the way you constantly spoke to me about my mother. Telling me stories that shed light into who she was and in a way, who i was becoming. You helped me make sense of myself and i appreciate that. Thank you so much for the love, the quiet, reassuring acceptance and, finally for dragging me...

My beautiful readers🎉! On the 24th of December it will be a year since i wrote my first post, since i first let you all in to my mind and my heart and i can honestly say i have grown so much since then. What i originally intended as a platform to express my thoughts, and my deepest, darkest feelings somehow turned into a sort of post office where i can send you all my love and light and poetry. Somewhere in the middle of the year i went from writer to artist, from complaining about straws( yes! That post happened this year!😂) to declaring my love for the human race and it's flaws. I discovered that i wanted to do more than just analyse things and write about them, but that i also wanted to to use words to heal people. Now, i don't know if i have succeeded but I do know that i will continue working on this all the way into the oncoming year so at some point, it will have to work. I recognize that art is nothing if it does not add value therefore, i am dedicated to addin...