I read my book in the bath. Candlelight and a dripping tap. Someone screams outside. I try very hard not to be here, focusing on words that don’t belong to me. If I just stay afloat… I don’t want to move and I don’t want to stay. For now, I try not to think about your hand on my back and the way you … Continue reading Bathwater
Grey walls stare as I mourn the door never opened, the flight never boarded, the trip never taken, the room never stayed in, the streets never walked on, the memories never made. Continue reading Grey
The shadows move across the wall and I must follow. Continue reading Following the Shadows
I’ve been waiting for the moon. Still, when it peeks from behind the buildings, it almost comes as a surprise. The whole world is looking up. Somehow, I feel like the last person on earth.
I have missed so many moments. I have written so many things out of my memory – lost, never to be restored.
If time is fluid, I think I’m drowning. Continue reading The Blood Moon
To live is to rock in a hammock, to run your fingers across the pages of a book, to know the sound of a squirrel making its way down a tree. Continue reading Now
I went for a ride on my bike: the sun in my face, the smell of grass, the sounds brought by the wind. So many things rushing at me. What do I do with all of this? Then, a voice: Just remember it. Continue reading 12/08/18
I don’t bleed like I used to.
The words don’t come out in floods, making puddles on the floor, splashing red onto the walls of the dark room – the crime scene where I was both the criminal and victim. I’ve become the victim of my inaction, unable to open up those old wounds and bleed again. Continue reading I Don’t Bleed Like I Used To
The city moves behind the glass. I ran again, chasing the light in the night. The world will still be here when I decide to come back. For now, I sojourn elsewhere. Between fiction and dreams. Continue reading Between Fiction and Dreams
I tried to go where words couldn’t find me, to fall into the arms of silence, to hide among the humming trees, to dissolve into the dreamless nights, to live under the pale blank skies.
But everywhere I went, they followed. Continue reading The Return to Words
once upon a time I built us a world far away from yesterday’s broken pieces and the blurry visions of tomorrow I lived in it alone when you were there I never found the right ways to react that night you were a thunderstorm and I never made a sound stars disappeared from our sky I was back where I started the story never happened … Continue reading I Built Us a World