Ronella Hope Segaya

Bewitched Ronella Hope Segaya

In the spaces between my fingers, I can see the emptiness of my soul and I can't help but feel like I belong somewhere else and the strangers are better companions than the people I surround myself with. It's not anxiety. It's neither depression nor desperation. It's loneliness. It's the hunger for a love that I can't seem to get a hold of, a love that doesn't exist in my environment. I can't help but feel like I only breathe to exist but not to be alive. This collection is the fruit of my tears both from happiness and loss and how bewitching truth and freedom is to someone like me who was bewitched also by fake love, pain and revenge.