Genuine Lives

At the end of last year, I was chanced to meet a very special person at a party that I almost didn't make it to as I arrived after everything was over. I met random people while trying to confirm plans and he was one of the people I was introduced to. There was something magnetic about him, maybe it was his demeanour or the way he carried himself. Recently, I had the utmost pleasure of spending some time with him and our conversations sparked some inspiration for me to write this year.

In retrospect
That night was not an honest mistake
In reality
That moment was an honest chance
In regards
That the weeks that followed after were an honest surprise.

Rewind to the times when
We wanted a moment to be real
To be moved by convictions
To feel like we found a place to belong
We wanted to come back for our nation.

Reality hits you in waves
When realisation comes and opens your hearts to feel for the generations
Realising that we are the hands to mould change
That we are the feet to walk down unpaved roads
That we are the minds of unphantomable possibilities
We are the realtors of unbought ideas
The distributors of unbridled passion
The contributors of unthinkable outcomes
We are the engineers of the unexpected future.

Drum roll
           rapid beats
                      break music
                                  mayhem mix
                                                   madness marks
                                                                     middle earth
                                                                                  edging forward
                                                                                                feeling heavy
                                                                                                               hitting drums

Alternate currents of exchange
Between lucid lofts
And direct conversations
We agreed:
that all those who wander are not lost
That we are running
Towards a cause at all cost
That paper planes and kites
carry the wishes of our mothers like we carry our deeds.

Heavens, stars and constellations
Mark our paths in the darkness
As we light up glow worms
to keep our hopes up
The jellyfish keeps swimming
as they glow in the dark of our imaginations.

At last the end of our days
Our legacy flashes before us like a reel of moments,
slideshow of faces and soundtracks of memories
A recollection of names that populated our treasured planet.

- Swit Marie
0209H 12th January 2019
Orchard Road


Teenage Negasonic Warhead from Deadpool and Spiderman 'Mile Morales' from Into the Spiderverse killing it at Abstract Nature's first ever Cosplay After Part where cosplay meets music at an event for the  community.


Swit Marie is a 'Jacqueline of all trades' who loves wearing plaid
When words fail, she allows movement and emotion to carry her through
A believer in making dreams come true, she would love to collaborate with you
An explorer starting fresh and would only give her best
She stands in the gap and will only call it quits when it's a wrap.

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