Medina Cekic

On today\’s menu, deliciously expressive delights by Medina Cekic. There\’s truly an organic and warm feel to Medina\’s work. Trust me, while you read, you will find her pieces enter your heart in a pure manner that will leave you to either laugh or tear up. I know for me, I\’ve wept or hysterically giggled many times after reading a few of Medina\’s pieces. I hope they do the same for you as they do for me!  Want more?  Follow Medina via social media on Instagram!

We\’ve all had moments like this at the disco, club, bar pick and choose your location. Times when we find ourselves fervently smoking or drinking hoping to meet Mr. or Mrs. Wright. However an unwelcome juncture follows suite where you either end up going home alone or with the wrong person. Which could potentially create a coyote ugly morning – where you would rather gnaw off your arm than; be in the same bed and place of a person you would normally not touch with a ten foot pole.

as kindling for the fire

This piece exudes heat on four levels. First from a fire, second from a human being and lastly I can\’t forget about that class of whiskey that can warm us like no other. To be honest with you I reminded of the feeling that comes from the sound of a record that I genuinely imagine to be playing in the background of this luscious scene – which I imagine to be the fourth!

The 6^thsense, that feeling where we know what moves us from beyond the acceptance of human faculties. Ooh these lines:

touched you.

To be honest I\’m reminded of reading about vampires with special abilities. How they could shatter a body with one look or a smokey mists that infests slowly killing you from the inside without even showing a single fang or nail!

The one thing that drives me more insane than anything else, when someone inflicts wounds upon themselves to get attention. That is a type of manipulation that I completely abhor – to play the victim can only take you so far in life before no one really cares or notices what the hell it is that you are constantly doing to yourself. I understand that at times, people need to play the victim for attention but that just shows you the person whose attention you are trying to attain doesn\’t care save the fact when you cut yourself — that is a false sense of security. It\’s only so long before people stop feeling sorry for you and genuinely start hating you with everything they have.

Hmm, this is an emotion I am quite familiar with – there are moments where things become too much and for a lack of a better word we genuinely have to disappear to be able to make it back stronger and better. Read with me again my favourite section:

The tenderness communicated in the words above, the use of the word “please” almost like a plea — everyone has their own methodologies for dealing with pain or rejection but I find the majority of the time – when we ask for time or space we almost have to beg for it – especially if the other person lacks comprehension as to what we are really trying to say.

Anxiety – oh boy can I ever empathize with this piece above. I don\’t know about you but I\’ve had some doozies and they always seem to happen at a time and place where I\’m thinking in my mind — “not here, not now, please not now” because anyone who\’s had an anxiety attack can attest to its debilitating power. Even the strongest person with an severe anxiety attack could end up in the fetal position on the floor wondering what the f*ck happened to them and why.