Stream of Consciousness
My Voice Is Back
There was a strange silence in my account for a while. Not the peaceful kind. The heavy kind. It was the kind of silence that lingers in the background, even when everything else looks normal. The stories were still there. The platform was still moving. People were still writing, sharing, reacting. But for me, something essential had paused. A part of my participation had been quietly switched off.
By Aarsh Malikabout a month ago in Confessions
Word of the Day: 心変わり
I really like this song. Lol... this one was Ashley's favorite. She was more into Koreans than me.. if we're being technical, right? I was after the Japanese/Filipinos so we were just dividing and conquering as far as I was concerned.
By Kayla McIntoshabout a month ago in Confessions
The Foggy Uber Ride
There are mornings that feel scripted by a tired playwright. The kind where the alarm goes off too soon, the sky hasn’t decided what color it wants to be, and the world looks like it’s been wrapped in gauze. That morning, the city was swallowed whole by fog. Not the cinematic kind that looks romantic under street lamps. This was the kind that erased buildings. It turned headlights into floating orbs and reduced traffic lights to faint suggestions of authority.
By The Kind Quillabout a month ago in Confessions
The Surrogate Heart ❤️
In the quiet hours before the sun hits the skyscrapers of a city that will never be my home, I am already awake. I am folding laundry that belongs to children who do not share my blood. I am preparing school lunches for a boy who calls me by my first name while my own son, four thousand miles away, is eating breakfast prepared by an auntie who tells him stories about a mother he only knows as a face on a glowing screen.
By The Night Writer 🌙 about a month ago in Confessions
Word of the Day: 潜る
My story is sort of different than the way of water. In some ways it is the opposite. I was born near the beach, then we came to the forest. But really, I have been here so long, and I have different traumas around that so, I can't even claim that as much anymore, can I?
By Kayla McIntoshabout a month ago in Confessions
Word of the Day: ヒース
I feel I said too much, but I also feel like, I am mostly seen as benign so, that sort of saves me a lot. Unfortunately, I don't think the people know what I did for them. I did what I had to do though. It is what I thought was right.
By Kayla McIntoshabout a month ago in Confessions
Word of the Day: 中火
I am being a bit superficial but, even self care can be work at times. I can't let myself be completely disheveled. I have an idea, I want to do a thing, but I also know I am not at my best right now, so I am wondering how much willpower I would actually have to actuate this thing.
By Kayla McIntoshabout a month ago in Confessions
