Grief doesn't have a timer. It is processed in both minutes and months; transcending through the crevices of time and life itself. There...

It has been almost been four years since I last published one of my writings on this platform and in that time, I had the trivial pleasure of getting to know life a little more intimately. As I sat beside grief and sipped my coffee, I saw life for who it was. Or better yet, what it was. I saw how deep the blue can sink and yet how ironically shallow it is at the same time. I learned lessons of heartbreak, loss, change and ache. As I endured my twenties in all of its accessori

This early morning, I sat beside my auntie in palliative care and watched as her short life came to a swift end. She was only thirty-five...