Living and learning in a new citythat isn’t really new at allbut feels new to call mine.Walking down streets,finding a… Read more new city/wanderlust.
Here’s a little something i wrote last night. It’s in part inspired by a good old headache, in part by… Read more What’s a little aching? (lyrics)
I’m so sick of the silenceI never missed city streets soWith people around meIt’s easier to drive out ghostsAll up… Read more Empty Space. (lyrics)
“So friends?” “Yeah, friends.” And just like that, after months of maybes and what are wes, we were right back… Read more (just) friends.
I wish I wrote the way I thought; Obsessively, Incessantly, With maddening hunger. I’d write to the point of suffocation.… Read more I wish I wrote the way I thought.
I wanted the truth but you clenched your teeth and made it impossible for words to get out intact without… Read more Before you made it sound beautiful.
Are you gonna hear me out or are we done now? I’ve been listening to you for hours and honestly… Read more Conflict Is Airborne. (lyrics)
I know that sound The men in white coats Have come to watch me while I sleep They seem to… Read more Oil And Water. (lyrics)
She’d spotted them in the bread aisle and before her logical brain had gotten a chance to tell her she… Read more Beware of the bread aisle. [short story]