Sometimes when you have finally loosened the knots of hatred and hurt just enough to wedge your chafed still beloved ankles and…
Choose, I learned, and the world will assemble.
I lit my first cigarette at 17Back lit by a Swiss playgroundInhaled to quell the boredom.The lighter flickered in the damp…
The Quarter Life Crisis
(Disclaimer: Relatable only to Gen Y and later generations)
There was a summer timeAnd a summer mindWhere love and artBecame strongly entwined
We’re creating a monument from beer cans. Erected by the pity party we’re throwing for ourselves; our words getting looser the longer we drink and daylight turns into night as our broken hearts unite…
I anchored myself to a loveI wanted to last forever
you are 24 and burdenedwith having to worryabout every step.
Funny.
This is the wordthat lingers in the forefrontof my mindwhen people textand rush to meet.