I haven’t really made any official blog announcement but on the 10th June I became a mum.
It’s been six weeks ever since and I still can’t cope with most of the things that come with motherhood. But the one thing I’m struggling the most with is being physically attached to a little person 24/7, and how everything orbits around him. EVERYTHING.
I believe
She won’t take me somewhere I’m not supposed to be
You can’t steal the things that god has given me
No more pain and no more shame and misery
Shopping art is pretty much like shopping jewellery. You want it to look the best (personal, authentic and beautiful) but you maybe don’t have the background to make an educated purchase decision.
Then you check the price tag and realise your intentions are corrupted. Your dreams of an enhanced lifestyle are over. Or are they?
Your words, they burn
I read it twice, the way you write is different
You’re cold, and it’s cruel
Acting like I am someone that you never knew
As the ice is melting, merging with ocean
All our eyes are open and we’re looking out to sea
And I’m hibernating, shut down and waiting
For another summer living in denial
