Welcome to the last year of this textual/visual diary. Exploring words, spaces and aesthetics. 

Limbo. | poem

Limbo. | poem

I stood outside breathing the cold air, looking up at the cloudy sky and asked “Universe, who am I and what am I supposed to do?

Because right now I feel on edge, there’s an invisible itch, nerves and a bit of longing for something in the unknown, in the far beyond -  there’s something ahead of me. My heart has tapped into this frequency that there’s something I must be doing but I’m not. Perhaps it’s my eventual awakening from the fear of failure paralysis that has kept me at a complete standstill for a while. I feel in limbo, not sure of who or what I am. The questions of purpose creep into my mind and I browse books and quotes for a sign but it’s currently not available. So instead, in the dim night light, I write.

Makeup by Mas

Makeup by Mas

Moment. | poem

Moment. | poem