So I am trying to write about this particular topic for a long time. So where does the roots of public image lie? It is a never ending battle. But I would rather battle my image then give up and wear a mask. So this year, my resolution would be to take baby .

The christmas bliss is here the lights shine bright and the sound of carols waltz around the smell of cinnamon and honey float through the air twirling and dancing through the room the flames echo on the walls with the crackle of the fire and smiles ear to ear the house is full of christmas cheer. merry christmas to you all x yours sincerely, zephyr hues Continue reading christmas cheer.

Zoomed in to the world of a 17-year old and the crazy ongoings within her mind. Slightly philosophical, idealistic and science-y. In pursuit of something, on some sort of journey. 17, GOING ON 18. The clock will strike twelve. And just like that, you will no longer be a minor. Not a child, officially legal. Really? And, what is going to change really? I will finally see myself in a different light. But, the same person. While I would love to believe that there will.

Sunday, 8 January 2017. The sky is teeming with stars but we kill it with our light. I never knew this until the power cuts. In the middle of the night when the storm had risen up, gale-force winds cracking against the windows, a wind buffets through the house and I feel the panes expand and contract as though they were sails and malleable like that for an instance, of a ship. At 1 am I heard a thunderclap so loud that it shuddered through my skin and rose me out .