Wednesday Inspiration

I really want to begin work on poetry book #3.

There’s a lot of ideas and thoughts going through my mind right now, and I trust my intuition when it comes to knowing the perfect time to sit down and create.

Which reminds me, I need to get a big dining table, would make it a lot easier to write, use my laptop and a lot of other things too.

I also have an urge to spruce up my home, interior wise. Been organizing the bedroom a lot in the last couple of days.

Simple changes to the bedding, or the curtains, that’s enough to bring new life into a room. Maybe I should buy some paint whilst I’m at it.

It’s the small details I pay attention to, and those bring me joy in the midst of all other circumstances.

2021 has been strange yet wonderful so far, and I hope the coming months will be more positive than the previous.

Hope you’re all well, stay safe.

Mila. Xo

Peaceful Sunday



Happy Valentine’s Day to all of you!

Quite an early write, I say as I write at 9:30pm on this surprisingly wonderful Sunday evening.

Apart from a few things I have to do still, I’ve completed the majority of what I wanted to achieve today, so that’s a good start.

Despite the slight overthinking that lingered from last night, I feel better, and I managed to get my package from the next door neighbor, it was an order from Candy Kittens, to be specific. I don’t really have a sweet tooth anymore, but when/if I do, those are good. Not too sweet/sour, just right.

The reward system my mobile network provider operates has some good moments, free treats are hard to refuse if the price of shipping isn’t too expensive, haha.

Anyway, I feel like I’m rambling and losing my train of thought. I can talk for hours, which some might find hard to believe as I do have my introverted tendencies.

Plus, the heating works and we’re finally out of the minus degree weather.

I don’t really have much to add, except those few feelings and thoughts of mine tonight. I do want to start writing more poetry and other length material, if anyone’s interested in that kind of stuff.

Not the best at it, but who really is? Even the most talented writers have their own imperfections, which is not a bad thing. No one is perfect.

Might talk more about this over the next week or so.

I do believe I might possibly release something this year, but we’ll see. There’s a lot going on in the world, which is quite evident for a lot of us.

Well, I’ll end this post at that. Hope you’re having a good day/night.


Mila. Xo



Creative Sessions



Tonight, I’ll attempt to get started on my next writing project. In May, it’ll be three years since I independently released my second collection of poetry, A Cryptic Human Entity.

For the longest amount of time, I’ve wanted to begin this process, but a lot has occurred since the last collection and my writing was put on hold indefinitely.

I must admit, the passion to create was lost for a while. I had no particular interest anymore, and it took me a long time to feel like myself again. Writer’s block and personal stress did nothing to help the situation either.

During the first two lockdowns, I found myself prioritizing sleep a lot, right now it’s kind of the opposite because my sleep schedule is out of sync.

I suppose, this time around, it’s the time to focus on my written work.

There’s a lot of ideas and artistic concepts that are running wild in my mind right now and I’m really excited to see what comes out of this. I wish I could draw, if anything. For some reason, I miss painting too. Longing to do it again.

A few titles I have in mind, also. Which one I’ll go with, I have no idea, as of yet. I will trust my instinct on that one. I’ve always been very invested in poem titles and painting a picture.

If I get anywhere with it, I’ll most definitely add some thoughts to the blog tomorrow. Would be great to get used to talking about it all more, as I embark on this journey of expression, saying hello to a new era.

Until then, I’ll leave it at that. Take care, all of you.


Mila. Xo

The Wonder Of Written & Spoken Art

As we’re heading into another lockdown, I figured it was time to re-discover my love for books. I have many around the house, perhaps tomorrow I’ll have a look at a few and read them, chapter by chapter. Sounds good.

I also have plans to start work on another book project, I feel like I haven’t paid enough attention to poetry as of late. But in all fairness, life has been quite eventful, to say the least. We’ll see what else 2021 has in store for us.

Might look into subscribing to Audible or something too, I think audiobooks are a good way to pass the time, especially if you haven’t got the chance to read a physical copy.

Another thing I hope to listen more of: podcasts.

If I had a bit more self-esteem and didn’t dislike my voice so much, I am pretty sure I could start my own. Whilst writing, I often say all the words out loud, almost becoming a narrator in the process. That’s one of the many things I have found beneficial over the years.

What I also want to catch up on: Documentaries.

There’s many different ones, from crime to nature, the lighthearted subjects, to the more complex and in-depth. Honestly can’t get enough of them.


Mila. Xo

Narrative Of A Distant Stranger

With each hiatus, the guilt intensifies. It used to be less complicated, when it came to knowing what to say. It’s like staring in the mirror and not recognizing the face looking back. Call it writer’s blues, an obstacle of sorts, or something else along the lines of that.

Either way, there is a level of comfort in coming back, with a clear head, mindset in a better place. Struggles will come and go, as will many things, including people, memories, experiences and time.

Inspiration and motivation really does come at weird times. It’s almost five in the morning and for some reason, it felt like the right time to sit down with this little notebook on my lap, and just start expressing my thoughts.

Better late (or early) than never, I suppose. Also, I am not entirely sure what the title of this blog post represents, it just sounded nice. Maybe I just used it because I didn’t want to forget it?

It could make a good poetry concept, in the near future. We’ll see, though.

Speaking of poetry, I’ve really been slacking with this third project of mine. For a while now, something didn’t feel right anymore and I think a lot of it has to do with the overall theme of deceit and betrayal. Is it worth pursuing? Of course, there’s a time and place for all things emotive.

Only time will tell what I decide to do, a shift in themes might be good for my mind and soul. Food for thought, honestly. We all need a clean slate.

A little tired at this point, trying not to ramble. There might be some physical changes to the blog soon, not sure yet. I feel like it needs some love and care after being absent for months. A bit of change is therapeutic. For example, I recently cut my hair short and I am loving the current length.

The main reason why I did it was to let my hair recover from years of bleaching, dyeing, and heat styling. If my patience wears away, I might find myself becoming a blonde again by the end of this horrific year. Who knows, I make no solid promises to stay the same.

As I end this blog post, I want to thank the ones who have supported this blog throughout. The world needs more people like you.

Take care, stay safe.


Mila. Xo

The Peace That Comes With Age

As I near my 25th birthday, there’s a lot of emotions running wild inside my brain right now. Let me tell you, adult life is not as incredible as young me used to think. If you’re in a rush to be of age, don’t fret about it all too much.

There’s a difference between wanting to be older, and being it. Sure, many great opportunities and memories will come your way. Well, all our experiences won’t be the same, or any less complex, but I suppose, that’s the beauty of not knowing what the universe has in store for all of us.

Whilst the year is still in bloom, I’ll most likely do my best to ensure I don’t get lost in the resolutions I will inevitably break, the weight that’ll shed as slow as a turtle makes their way, and the poetry book that won’t be finished until the end of the year or beyond.

I try to be patient with myself, and the journey that life has brought me on. Although, it never does get easier. Being able to express my thoughts again has definitely been the light at the end of this dark tunnel of worry.

Barriers: A Simple Draft Of A Poem

I long to fit the requirements,

The world can be a dark space.

Cryptic human; abyss of secrets,

How I wish, you knew my fears.

It felt like I knew you, in another life,

But, timing was never truly on our side.

Mediocre Tendencies

Creativity is both a blessing and a curse.

Well, I’m not completely good at writing. I love it with a passion, despite the competitive nature of the craft.

The freedom to openly express your train of thought, it is a wonderful part of the whole process. There are good days, blank days, sometimes you have no direction.

I’m not a perfect writer, nor do I claim to be. It’s complicated, like most hobbies and interests.

Being an introvert and poetic isn’t very helpful either. One day at a time, I’m hoping to appreciate my work more, and to worry less about everything.

Being a self-proclaimed perfectionist is a challenge. You won’t stop until you’re different from everyone else.

For Granted

I wrapped my thoughts in denial, thinking it would change the outcome.

To bite your tongue and accept the reality of things, I’ve always taken for granted.

Clarity in front of you, to seek your trust and guide you towards hope.

Hours That Follow, A Poem Draft From Book #3

There’s something about the midnight hour, I can’t understand how it works, or if it calms my soul enough to heal my battle wounds.

Either way, it builds my core, to the point of nausea. You push yourself to the edge and somehow recover, just to fall back on your word again.

It’s a continuous cycle, the same routine of thought, as time leads you on a journey.

You can either hide in denial, or confront your darkest personality traits in depth.

To cut ties with fear of abandonment, a need for approval; Am I losing touch with reality or am I too aware of my own weaknesses and destructive mindset?

It takes a lot to admit defeat, and admit that you’re a broken individual.

So for the time being, love your fellow entities that surround the halls of your mind. For the present hour, cherish the hours that follow.

Be fearless, love the obstacles that test you. Kill the fear that haunts your path.

Free the mind, cure the anxiety of not knowing what’s going to happen next.