She saved so many lifes w her music and strenght now its time to us save her w our prayers and all positive energys!! Everybody falls, everybory have fails so keep sending ur positive energies.She will recover again!

Dear Alex,

I’m sitting in a café three hours away from my apartment as I begin to write this to you.

I’ve always had a thing for going very far, maybe too far, for the things I love, as you can see.

It’s a balmy Saturday morning. My back rests against the chair, heavy, sore, from sleeping in the wrong way. The bed feels too big, too cold, too much.

I haven’t slept well in years. Because I have always been too easy, too prone to lose my sleep and my heart to people who come to me with promises of making a home out of my skin and bones and everything in between, but come morning, they hit the road, leaving me a lonely motel, all crumpled sheets and shattered hope.

I sigh and drain the last of my coffee when a couple walks in. They hold hands and each other’s gazes like that’s all they were meant to do.

I smile their way while my heart strolls out the door, and wades, swims, floats over the ocean to a raven-haired boy perhaps fast asleep in his toasty sheets after a long day of work. My bed used to be just as warm once, because he’d be in it. With me. It used to be our haven once.

Now he barely knows me.

My bloodstream brims with caffeine, while my lungs heave from the carnations blooming around them. They’re his favourite flowers.

I hear the couple laugh from the other table, as I cough a scarlet petal onto my kerchief. Passing a faint smile at the waitress, I rush into the rain outside. I feel the vines clutch onto my insides and retch again, spewing mangled blooms onto the dark, drenched asphalt of the street.

On my way back, I sniffle and swallow back the waves of brine and crimson threatening their way up my anxious throat.

Reaching home, I cry myself to sleep, then wake up in a sea of torn flowerbuds, mixed with the shards of my own tattered heart, again and again, as if rising from my own, eternal funeral.

We say that we live off of Love.

Do you think we can die of it too?

THE UPLIFT SERIES

A positive playlist series curated for whichever phase in your self-love journey you might be going through.

The Uplift I: Loneliness Let these songs be your reminder that even times of loneliness don’t last forever.

The Uplift II: Insecurity When you’re feeling a little insecure and could use some reassurance that everything will, as a matter of fact, be okay.

The Uplift III: Perseverance You might be facing some difficulties, but does that mean you’ll throw in the towel and give up?

The Uplift IV: Growth That feeling when you realise that you’ve come out stronger after a difficult and challenging situation.