Chenin & Melanin Private Cellar Edition The elegance of pineapple and melon infuse the nose, while nutty nuances and slight whiffs of coconut linger. A full-bodied and creamy texture invades the palate, bringing a lively sensation balanced with acidity and a long finish. The fruity … Continue reading Lost in The Grape
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.
The Aftermath
Recovering “alcoholic”.
After Work Blues
Life of A Waitress The cool night tastes like lemon-flavoured beer in a cold bottle. A citrus sensation bursting on my palate. The night is cool and the atmosphere is filtered by the sounds of drunk patrons in between conversations. Love fills the air behind … Continue reading After Work Blues
The Girl on The Subway Train
On a Journey A 21-year-old’s dream. It was late afternoon when my life changed forever. With a broken leg, I staggered to the lounge to break the news to my aunt that a new adventure awaits. It was late at night, scrambling through piles of … Continue reading The Girl on The Subway Train
Reflections
A Whirlwind of Emotions Depressive lows The last few days have been filled with enthusiasm, excitement and encouragement. I haven’t seen my psychologist in a few days, but my psychiatrist has been a great deal of help. I’ve been excited to tell my psychologist about … Continue reading Reflections
Death Bed
The end. Darkness TW: Suicide attempt In tears, I run to my room and feel the rush of emotions filling my mind with thoughts of putting an end to the pain that consumes my heart. “You broke me into pieces”, I repeated. You made me … Continue reading Death Bed
Intimacy
Rumba We slowly dance to our heartbeats intertwined, like the synergy of the different elements of Mozart. Melodies of cabernet flow through our palate infusing red and white grapes of cabernet franc and sauvignon blanc. The air smells like raindrops and coffee. The soft keys … Continue reading Intimacy
Lost in time.
Minestrone and Oreos. A 5-Year-Old's Delicacy Happiness smelled like minestrone soupserved in chipped little bowls,and paired with thick slices of brown breadthat steamed in the cold evening air. The warmth of rooibos tea rested in my small hands,the mug almost too big for my grip,but … Continue reading Lost in time.
Paintbrush🖌️
TW: Self Harm Painting I didn’t sleep today, and my roommate was snoring like a tractor, and they woke me up early to take my blood. I felt my mood dip, a volcano of emotions waiting to erupt. I can’t define them. But it almost … Continue reading Paintbrush🖌️
Jazzy Sunday Blues
A Woman’s Lust It’s Sunday afternoon, and the day is colder with every passing minute. Birds chirp silently in their nests as they bake eggs. I make you some and in between giving you ’some‘, I kiss you. You’ve always preferred breakfast for dinner, And … Continue reading Jazzy Sunday Blues
Unfinished Rooms 