I don't know much about Turophobia. Actually, I do. Ever since finding out that it existed, I have spent every waking hour getting as much information as I could about it. I just could not possibly understand why someone would be scared of cheese. Cheese is the backbone of our economy. It is the peanut butter to my jam. Dare I say it, the camembert to my champagne. In fact, cheese has saved my life before. Before you sigh, shake...

'Self' has many different interpretations, meanings and is in fact, not tied down to one hue. Colour is perceived differently by everyone, and so is self-identity. It could be a light beige or deep brown. A bright yellow, calm blue or black. A rainbow or grey.

'Self' is an emotion. A feeling. A sense. An overwhelming instinct to relate that word to a certain memory, and often, a certain colour.

'Self' even has a smell. Each different to the next of course....

I wonder how God feels about unsalted popcorn. How long can hairless mole rats survive without food? How can someone make a living on selling homemade candles? All important questions I guess.

Mum says I ask a lot of questions. I'm getting better though. I know not to ask when dad is angry. Or stressed. Or around. Mum says it's ok though. We still have hope. I ask her what hope is. She says that hope is the feeling you...

why do we find
the time to hate
the energy to discriminate
but
not have the sense to feel
to acknowledge what is real
in life
we are singular
why
do we not work together
to create something beautiful
something worthwhile.