Watching the world turn through a series of paint-marker windows, Of barely square houses, not homes, Drawn poorly and hung on the fridges of week-to-week mothers, With cashed checks strewn on the street, and fathers, all fucking deadbeat, Why do they always pack up and leave? Moments, passing in front of me. Houses all full … Continue reading Summer Day Sadnesses
My dear, how do I tell you I love you so that it rings truer than any other triplet of words you’ve heard? So that the sincerity, the profundity, of my honest convictions can permeate into the depths of your well-kept soul. This conundrum would deprive me of countless nights of summer night’s sleep during … Continue reading A Fictional Letter Of Unrequited Love.
Staring out up into the abundance of stars and making wishes between my visible breaths, Watching how my whispered words fogged up the window- Then disappear like thoughts, My hands are empty, and the fingertips are cold, Pressing them gently against my skin- sending shivers like ripples over a calmed sea. My favourite book lies … Continue reading ‘Lonely People Are Always Up In The Middle Of the Night’
Constellations are dripping off my fingertips like pulsating raindrops hanging off the edge of the world- When I close my eyes I’m floating on a salty ocean towards a horizon bursting with colours, The hues of honeyed pink glowing in the water and on my warmed skin- Smiling into the Machiavellian arms of denial, But … Continue reading An Astronaut Lost In Space-Constellations
Typed words on a cracked screen passing between clammy hands, Words, feelings, emotions, don’t all make it across the gap- Lost into the abyss of air between them Some things are lost in translation. But squeals of laughter running through butterflied gardens are clear, Smiles spent in summer air against a backdrop of endless days, … Continue reading Lost In Translation
When you are in that moment it surrounds you with a clear brilliance, A clarity that’s so enriched with detail you could never remember it perfectly, But it’s so bright that you don’t believe that you could ever forget it. In that moment you can believe that you’re immortal, that it’s infinite- Your brain can’t … Continue reading The Memories of Words
This is the end of the untilted experimental introduction and the following chapter. I met the cart where the path met the gravel in front of the house, just in time for my father to jump down and bring me into his arms. I breathed in his familiar smell and brushed my nose against … Continue reading Continuation of a story