A reflection on love, presence, and the quiet places where it has always lived; in oceans, friendships, music, stillness, and light.
Category: Quiet Inventions
Till Next Time
He rests the needle on the vinyl, the soft hum filling the room. I take a sip from my glass as his hand traces the edge of my thigh. Shadows play across his face, and for a moment, the world outside ceases to exist. Still intimate, still ours. For now. Till next time.
Breathworx
A quiet ache between music and stillness.
Held in Chaos
The room was humming low - Laughter in fragments, glasses clinking, the soft shuffle of people waiting for something they couldn’t name, the air smelling like whiskey and wanting. She found a spot up front, close enough to see the shine of the stage lights … Continue reading Held in Chaos
The Pillow Smelled Like Her
He was moving out, packing the last box. Yet, the pillow… the pillow held him back. It wasn’t just a pillow; it was a vessel of memories, a tangible connection to her. It was the pillow she always hugged when she was upset, the one … Continue reading The Pillow Smelled Like Her
Two Sundays
Writer’s Note: This piece reflects the stillness and ache of memory. It's about the kind of love that shapes us even after it ends. It lives inside specific moments, like Sundaymornings, and becomes an enduring part of us. I wrote this with brutal honesty, blending … Continue reading Two Sundays
11 p.m.
“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.
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
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.
Unfinished Rooms 