Your heart is a choir that doesn’t wishto sing anymore, your hands are donehousing mistakes in the tons and yourfeet are tarred from all the sitting you’vebeen doing. There are dreams in you thatfeel like nightmares when you’re wideawake and there are reminiscences ofyour old self that aren’t as dead as you.You’ve reach that...

There are palaces I love going back to and this might be one of them. This small, dilapidated ruin of mine is where I like to come to make a sanctuary. These walls were once high and cathedral, easing out at the clouds with a certain grandeur to their stature. We once had a...

I fell in love once, it was beautiful. I woke to her on a Saturday, eyes filled to the brim with the happiest tears I can recall featuring romance. She was a saviour I didn’t know I had to pray for, but received at my doorstep nevertheless Dreams weren’t filled with rage or darkness...

White is the colour I wear when I’m in sorrow. My soul marks the the space in between the emptiness I’ve always felt as it’s own, to keep and to hold.There’s been nothing but despair and loneliness on this side of the pond, don’t try swim here, you’ll certainly drown. The reminder of the...

I’ve often wondered what would be my ultimate yet inevitable demise in life. My death is something which in short occasions seaps into my mind and I find myself thinking, how? Will this mechanism of mush and blood decide on a random day to stop humming its drum? This disease was something I could...

Have you ever thought of calling me after you’ve had a few? Because I have. Nights when whiskey, or gin, or wine have poisoned my bloodstream, the familiarity of your laugh creeps out of my walls. The best kept secret. I don’t have space to let anyone else in because you built your house...