This is what you do. This is what you always do! … Read more A response poem to myself (#1).
What are you even doing here? What are you even doing? You… Read more A poem to myself (#1).
I don’t even know what I want anymore. I don’t even know what’s right and what’s wrong anymore. How does… Read more I don’t even know.
The more time passes the more I see that the only person who can save me from myself is… Read more Me.
A good magician can gather a crowd. Stunnded by their tricks, people applaud when they bow. But when… Read more The magician.
There’s just something about altitudes a certain peace they give out. It’s as if from above you can see… Read more Altitudes.
She hung onto that rope as if it were the rope that would get her out of here once and… Read more Rope.
She has been constantly looking for an escape. She has been constantly searching for someone to save her. She has… Read more Escape.
I was driving one day with a friend. We were going our usual drive around the city, to nowhere in… Read more Why ‘The rain’.
It’s hard, being in my head, sometimes. It’s a constant dwell. A constant dwell. It’s like having your… Read more Dwell.