“I miss having sex with you,” I confess, My fingers tracing the screen in the hush of a dim room, The clock was nearing 11 p.m. Days had passed like whispers. Before his message finally arrived: He was back in Cape Town, returning from the … Continue reading 11 p.m.
Author: Unfinished Rooms
I write from the middle of things, where memory lingers like dust in corners, and healing is still in progress.
Unfinished Rooms is the space I return to, the emotional architecture of my life, half-built and still echoing.
Here, I gather the fragments. The grief. The laughter. The silence.
Here, I write lived stories.
Always raw. Sometimes tender. Never complete.
And other times, when it’s too much to feel, I escape into stories I make up.
Stories that echo my truth, even when they aren’t real.
This blog is me, making a home inside the mess.
Rebuilding, one Unfinished Room at a time.
You, after All
Stages of Grief ~ Acceptance Two years have passed since our paths diverged, Yet your presence still lingers in the quiet corners of my mind a steady beacon amid the ebb and flow of time. Your image, though softened by the passing seasons, remains etched … Continue reading You, after All
I am still on a journey of defining Romance, but here’s a weak attempt at writing about it.
Daily writing promptWhat's your definition of romantic?View all responses Books and Romance Not a definition but a story. In a quaint coastal town, where the scent of the sea mingled with the whispers of romance, lived Shantey, a young artist with a heart yearning for … Continue reading I am still on a journey of defining Romance, but here’s a weak attempt at writing about it.
My reality
Bipolar ...of living with Bipolar Disorder. Just like a shifting emotions sea. In its depths, I feel the highs and lows that collide and flee. Both cruel and kind, I dance to the beat of euphoria, where dreams amplify. A roar of creativity as manic … Continue reading My reality
Desire, an unfinished short story.
Affairs I married young, and by the time I reached my 30th birthday, I had three children and a husband whom my love grew thin. Our love was like a passing breeze, a delicate ember that flickered, then waned. We were young. Love arrived unexpectedly, … Continue reading Desire, an unfinished short story.
Affairs.
An Untrue Short Story Love and Lust I allow Mark to dictate the terms of our affair. I’ve always shied away from asserting myself. Mark and I have been seeing each other whenever his wife was on business trips. He’s always raved about how he … Continue reading Affairs.
Shantey is a Name with no Meaning, But a Story.
Daily writing promptIf you had to change your name, what would your new name be?View all responses A Continuous Journey of figuring it out. If I could change my name, I’d change it to Pain. My arms would be my canvas, and my art would … Continue reading Shantey is a Name with no Meaning, But a Story.
Depression
What is depression? What is depression? I ask myself. Is it a loud crowd silenced by the pain? Is it dancing with tears in your eyes? It is walking in the rain? But it’s not the rain that makes you wet. Is it sitting in … Continue reading Depression
Promises,
Sitting in a cafe, going through the letters stored in our conversations. How we were meant to love each other forever. But, What does forever mean? Does it mean the end of the universe? Or the end of our love? The future is a vast … Continue reading Promises,
Discovery, again
What is Marriage? I’ve been asking people at bars, what marriage means to them. I haven’t gotten any concise answers. Or anything that I could adopt as my own. Marriage means unity to one, while to one means companionship. Marriage means stopping and following your … Continue reading Discovery, again
