The salt of our tears as we embrace The spice of your sweater hidden in the back of my closet The sweat that clings to your neck The rain we ran through on the way home after your trekked your way to find me Clothes clinging to your skin The morning sun warming up the curtains of my room Your fingers dancing on my legs My essence that clings onto your beard Cherries, wine, a herb asmoke, Half naked bodies swaying in the kitchen Your breath, my breath, a clash of teeth Aromatics, my favorite pasta, something Italian My hands, your hands, a search of something true
I’m Ntswaki, and this is Six Ten AM—my tiny corner of the internet where I unpack life in real time. I write about everything from spirituality and motherhood to identity, love, and the messy transitions of adulthood. These posts are deeply reflective, rooted both in my personal experiences and in the broader cultural and social questions I grapple with. It’s as a space to be honest, a late-night chat with yourself on the page where I invite readers to feel seen, challenged, and understood.