we are the same, the Night and I blinking into the corridor— nothing tangible here when the darkness is in me the fear goes where? I...

One day I will visit that place where love is set aside. I will hold the pieces in my hands and wonder how they haven't died. With my...

why do I fall so easily? they say that love is a strength, so why do I feel weak when I leap down down into its depths so far it sends me...

A poetic reflection on love, first written November 2017.

I remember the time. The time I met you. It was subtle and passing but unmoving and rigid all at once, as if I could lay a finger on you...