My CosmosI have been told by multiple people that I am the smartest person in my family, in a world full of college educated straight a students I am believed to have the most potential and the highest brain capacity. And yet they expect me to do nothing more than raise children and keep a home. There is a disturbing trend that is appearing throughout society and that is that we have finally accepted that a woman can do more than have a child but they are expected to drop their field of expertise once they do.More Like This
There are brain surgeons and astrophysicists, doctors and writers inspiring thousands of discoveries only to be expected to stop when there man decides it is time for a child. When I have children I will decide if I need to leave my job because I want to not because it is expected of me. We have come so far yet we are always going backwards, people do not understand when we say that we want more, to give someone only a taste of freedom is torture.
And you may say that men do not think lik
ShadowsIn school we were taught that there was no such thing as the cold or the dark, the frost that nibbled at my finger tips and the shadows that leaked from the cracks in my bedroom wall never really existed. The cold was nothing but absence of heat and the dark of light. As humanity we were told to seek the light and the warmth, to build fire and cower under lampposts, to crave warm sunny days and firefly’s and fairy lights. But I never wanted the warmth, where they saw survival I saw pain. I saw fainting spells and sleepless nights, I never craved the heat, because after all, fires main purpose was always to burn.More Like This
And I began to form a bond with these imaginary concepts, the cold and the dark beckoned me as I found myself on hot summer days doing nothing but longing for their embrace. And it was only when the days grew colder and the nights grew longer that I found myself truly satisfied. I believe that this was the begging of my obsession with imaginary things.
Imaginary worlds an
MonsterWhen I was younger I was never afraid of the dark. The cold unforgiving black that frightened other children never seemed to bother me. I was content to sit by myself dreaming of a way that I could be alone with the wind and my thoughts forever. It wasn't until I started to become older and the horrors of everyday life appeared, that the dark seemed to frighten me.More Like This
I had convinced myself when I was very small that monsters did exist, but who said they had to be bad? In my mind the monster under my bed and I had tea whilst I slept, in my head I hosted wars and I flew on the wings of birds that there will never be enough words to describe. I always believed that monsters where real, but I never believed they were bad.
And I had set up protection for those who sought me harm, I went to bed every night knowing that the teddy’s I positioned around my bed would fight of anything that didn't mean me well, and they had won every war. But it was the horror of everyday life that slowly dwi