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A Letter To You: Dear Stranger, What if seeing each other again changed everything ?

25 March 2019

[A Letter To You… Is a serie of letters wrote by a fictionnal characters (from my imagination) who’s processing things. In therapy, the characters learn that writing letters to people is a thing they have to do in order to move on.] “Dear Stranger, What if seeing each other again changed everything ? What if our … More A Letter To You: Dear Stranger, What if seeing each other again changed everything ?

Thoughts From A Balcony: Home is where the heart is.

21 March 2019

Dear Strangers of Internet, It’s long overdue but now, I finally understand what Home really is. It took me being away from my family and friends to really understand it. I used to believe that home was a place, somewhere you live or used to live. When I was younger, I had this constant feeling … More Thoughts From A Balcony: Home is where the heart is.

Hiding In My Poetry: Reflection.

11 March 2019

Dear Strangers of Internet, This poem, called “Reflection” was initially part of a prompt challenge about mirrors and reflections. I don’t actually remember if I even submitted it online but now, I can’t help but wonder… What do you see when you look into a mirror ? “Her eyes, her nose, and all her broken … More Hiding In My Poetry: Reflection.

Travel With A Stranger: Let’s Be Adventurers…

7 March 2019

Dear Strangers of Internet, Almost three years ago, one of my superheroes exclaimed himself and said something like: “Let’s be adventurers !” and *pouf* three months later, we were on a plane on our way to a new destination. From this moment, we have been living abroad on a tiny island. I wanted to write … More Travel With A Stranger: Let’s Be Adventurers…

Hiding In My Poetry: Don’t come back to me.

28 February 2019

Dear Strangers of Internet, The thing with words is, the interpretation you can have of them is subjective. I wrote this one during hard times. It was difficult to put these words on paper because I had a hard time drawing the line from real life and imagination. The poem talks about how people always … More Hiding In My Poetry: Don’t come back to me.

A Letter To You: Dear First Love.

24 January 2019

[A Letter To You… Is a serie of letters wrote by a fictionnal characters (from my imagination) who’s processing things. In therapy, the characters learn that writing letters to people is a thing they have to do in order to move on.] “Dear First Love, For the last few days, thoughts of you were haunting me. … More A Letter To You: Dear First Love.

Literary Yours: What We Talk About When We Talk About Love.

10 January 2019

What We Talk About When We Talk About Love by Raymond Carver is one of my favorite endings. He was one of the many contemporary short story writers. Writing about love ain’t easy. It is complex. Yet, Carver did it. In his own way. What do we really know about love anyway ? Ask someone … More Literary Yours: What We Talk About When We Talk About Love.

Hiding In My Poetry: It Started With Rain.

28 November 2018

“It started with rain. It started with rain. Nights spent listening to the thunderstorm that was keeping you awake. Mornings spent drinking coffee sitting under the safety of the porch and reading words under grey clouds. It started with things I love the most. It started and ended with an almost. But almost is … More Hiding In My Poetry: It Started With Rain.

A Sunday night with The Holiday.

26 November 2018

Dear Strangers of Internet, – Please, don’t mind my poor attempt at blogging this week. I’m simply bad at it and I’m totally fine with it, like many other aspects of my life. Or at least, I’m good at pretending I’m fine with it. – Sunday night. Christmas is coming. You know what that means … More A Sunday night with The Holiday.

A Sunday Night With Notting Hill.

5 November 2018

Dear Strangers of Internet, (*throat clearing noise*) This last week has been challenging in a way. My dearest voice chose to hide somewhere and take time to heal on her own. A lot of overthinking happened and all these emotions jostling around inside left me in need of comfort. So, here I am, watching one … More A Sunday Night With Notting Hill.

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