Nanowrimo is the national novel writing month and it's something I have wanted to participate in for over five years. I have set myself a goal of 500words per day which equates to 15 thousand words in 30 days, the general goal is usually 50 thousand. Here is my pledge for the month of November: …
I've written about you many times... I've cried about you, laughed about you, joked about how much of a clingy bastard you are and even tried to romanticise you. But today I am writing you a letter of acceptance. Because you deserve acknowledgement for all the times you let me down, all the lessons you …
We say this every year "can you believe 2016 is nearly over?" Well I can, it's been a crazy year for me. Here's some books I read along the way that helped me with depression and adjusting to new life and also some fun reads and old classics worth revisiting.
I can't remember arriving to work because I wasn't paying attention. I know the road far too well to plan it to perfection. I don't know the date, but it's been 52 weeks of reflection. My existence in the hands of this world. I felt it when I left High School, who am I …
I lived in a van for a month and it was a strange feeling being homeless but at home. I was exactly where I wanted to be, minimalistic living and in nature. Here is the first video of the experience, just click the highlighted writing and enjoy the first part. Atomic Sunflowers - Van Life
My veins are blue and connected in every single nerve and my heart pulses to the rhythm of my breath. My skin is white and my blood is red, just like you, one in the same. But I sit in the corner, the wild observer of the night. The one who listens instead of speaks. …
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ucA0iT7LwhU I'm sitting here in Canggu, Bali. It's 31°c with a cool breeze and nature is breathing around me. I can hear construction in the distance, scooters going faster than they should and chickens crowing. I'm at a place called The Farm, yes the farm. It makes me giggle because I grew up on a …
I never met you before, but I looked at you through the glass several times a year. You had eyes like the sky at twelve o'clock and a smile that could light up this whole town. I never met you before, but I could tell by the way your shoulders were strong and your back …
Is all we seem but a dream within a dream? I wake, shivering with sweat. The sun has not risen yet and the night is still. It’s raining outside and I look to my window. The rain is upside down in this world in the sky, in the clouds, in the trees. They're not trees, …
It burns. And I shower to make it stop but all I can think about is the touch of his skin against mine. Why, why, why does my body ache under the weight of the water? Will I ever feel clean again, the fragile hair on my arm sticks up against the cool night air …
Haley Lauren Smith 