It is one truth that I am lost. That I occasionally step outside whatever this is—this rhythm of days, this idea of structure— the matrix; and see it for what it might be: constructed, fragile, almost rehearsed. I am told to come out of my head, to stop hoping for fantasies to come alive. But how do I do that when I am perfectly aware of the fantasy we live through every day? The façade of normalcy, the lie that life is structured or the belief that time moves cleanly forwa

When a really bad person leaves our life, is it okay to miss the good parts of them? Is it okay to look for those same qualities in other people? Or is that a quiet betrayal of oneself? Someone recently asked me if everything needs a definition. If we are aware of what we feel, grateful for it, and mindful of where it comes from—why do we need to name it at all? Can something be meaningful without being clearly defined? There is a certain beauty in what remains unsaid. There

Music? https://youtu.be/GzMzTOxKntA?si=WZPhFoqtg-cxJGqh Dreams won’t come true. When I dream, I dream of you. Babe, thought it was a phase. Its been a thousand years and still I’m at the same place. Wait, you told me to wait. Don’t know what I was waiting for but I’m losing faith. I tried my best to stay with you. Now look what you just made me do. I’ll grow alone and write these songs. Babe, why don’t you cry? I left you and since the moment I left you I…. [Dream of yo

Two small pills from the purple case inside my purse could stop it all. In an instant. The heaviness in my chest, the whirlwind of...

"It is just a simple text", says my mind, at two in the morning when silence has infected everything but my own breathing which sounds...

I am learning to surrender. To people, to situations, to nights that I cannot force to not come. One may think that doing nothing,...