The Dani Writer
My earliest memory is of being in ocean. Born and raised in Bermuda, I lived a childhood made of pastel joys. I've learned to make a delicious vegetarian lasagne, train as a registered nurse, and keep the juiciest of secrets. @thedaniwriter
Directive Signal Markers
Don’t let the world become a courtroom. Aspects of your still emerging everchanging self analyzed and critiqued with judgment summarily pronounced
thoughts in absentia
sustained thinking short circuits and sparks fallout without evidence as my brain reboots multiple times due to searching the recesses for frayed neurons with synaptic burnout and decreased circulation while swimming to the surface like a diver from the depths seeing sunlight and craving air but lungs bursting fire for breath right now during the journey in extreme effort to keep pace just a little bit longer breaching the barrier for brainwave frequency simultaneously balancing clarity on the brink of serotonin levels and EEG printouts others study incessantly as prophylaxis to guard susceptible minds and a strengthened belief in anomalies but consciousness pierces through and I awaken conversing as if nothing at all has happened once again shattering tightly held hopes and reassurances that they too cannot be thought so crazed.
Still just wanna go HOME! Wanna leave. Wanna be somewhere else NOT HERE. NOT NOW. NOT TODAY. What is this nonsense?
All the Reasons Why I Hated Maths
Okay, quick word association exercise. Yep. Gonna show a phrase and you say the first thing that comes to mind.
The Lady Got Loc’d
It’s not every day that a lady locs her hair, closes her eyes, takes a deep breath in and lets out all preconceived notions of what her hair should be like.
Old Job New You, No Job Yay You
I outgrew the place that called itself my job. Shifts on replay and attention peaked for the smallest crumb of difference to let me know another day had passed.
You Always Keep Line of Sight
July 4, 2019. Thursday 15:31 Beginning: This is unfiltered B.S Ending: Decades later unfiltered B.S Shouldn’t have to ask about the middle.
The Conflict Cascade FX
Tempers flare lightning across darkened skies that know inner workings of comprehensive destruction. Sighs deep long,