Loss set the Tone
Life can get worse. Or it can get better. The difference is not luck. It is not timing. It is choice.
Life can get worse. Or it can get better. The difference is not luck. It is not timing. It is choice.
This piece is to set tone for the week. It is to assure my pens that their bleeding is never in vein. Especially these days – seeing that vanity has taken centre stage.
My skin knows what it means to fight for moisture; to flake, burn and stretch. But this evening, it was more than that.
A gravel road to nowhere. A house that smells of secrets. No signal. No escape. In Skeerpoort, even silence has sharp edges and the man who brought me here hides more than just guns. I should’ve never blinked.