Here With Me

...But you don't exist yet. You're not real, and your features are only defined by my imagination.
I have not seen your smile, I have not heard your laugh, and I have not touched your skin.
We have never spoken, and it breaks my heart to think that you're out there somewhere, waiting.
Like me. Read More

Black Panther

Something pretty glows in the background as I listen to my favorite genre of music.

I've never really explained why I write here, have I?

It is my attempt at reconciling with me, by casting everything that I think, that I feel, out there, into the universe. Like casting stones into the sea - I don't always see the ripples, but it feels good to know that part of me exists outside of myself. Read More

Keep This Fire Burning

I look out the window, and the grey horizon is littered with domes, chimneys.
I can get used to this, I think.

I am happy here, and I can't help but wonder, what would have happened if I had stayed?

Would I be different? Read More

What Else Is There?

It feels good to dance again, by myself.

It feels good to be complete, and to smile fully.

The volume's all the way up, and I wouldn't have it any other way. Read More

Poker Face

I can't keep breaking my own heart when you’re not brave enough to risk yours getting broken. Read More

Chasing Cars

Let's waste time, chasing cars around our heads. Read More

You're My Disco

Bad timing. Read More