It would seem that we have arrived at an impasse. Us, you and me, stuttering along through this thing that we are meant to call “us” but somehow feels more like a you and a me and some sticky tape that is pulling at our skin uncomfortably. We have been re-glued so...
The hardest piece of advice I have ever received goes like this: “Never use anyone else to dilute your own loneliness”. I consider myself a good person, more than most in fact, however I have never been able to adhere to this particular nugget of wisdom....
Are we there yet? In the good place? Are we in that place that sits well with us, where we are finally comfortable and no longer squirming to find places in tight spaces in crowded rooms. Where we are no longer trying to keep everything together with our bare hands,...
Let us go dancing, and pore over old love letters. Let us sit in the silence and mourn the loss, let us hush our doubts in the overwhelming knowledge that we tried out best. That our blood sweat and tears have stained these bodies, have made them new and spattered...
They say there is a time in the middle of the night called the magic hour. It’s the hour when the night owls are already asleep, but the early risers have yet to wake. Magic hours, empty vessels of the morning. We pass them by, daily in fact, dreaming old old...
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