WE WERE NOT DESIGNED TO SELF -DESTRUCT

  Fans open like a chest catching air, clouds sweep the mountain like a bellow baying, colour is just a caress away from grey, a breath can be unbearable if the body is breaking, a cloud is a cup of rain not fully considered. We climb over mountains to where the air is lighter and […]

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COLOUR DANCES LIKE A FLAME OVER CONCRETE

  Colours catch fire over concrete, catch life, catch the laughter that will not linger for as long as this concrete. Measure moments not in length but in weight, weight, don’t wait to catch life; it is cold to be concrete and watch the flames flicker out, to be caressed but never considered consumable. We […]

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FANTASTIC FLUTTERINGS

  On dull days when the sun absconds from sky, when grey grinds gloom into gutters and mothers utter ‘stay inside’, children’s minds flutter to unfold like umbrellas opening; colours cascading over concrete clutter like candy to calm a calamity. In the midst of the mundane and the murky, inspiration catches on the canvas of […]

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