11.30.18

My head has been sick for a while So my heart has been making the decisions And doing the thinking. She patters in my chest Panicky and frantic when she finds That feelings are rarely logical, and That love isn't always requited. Hard truths for a softer heart, As my head sleeps my heart works... Continue Reading →

11.7.18

The entries below are purely fiction. 9.14.20 I like the colour grey. The more and more it rains, the more and more I like the colour grey. It’s funny how different the city looks when it rains. All the pedestrians take out their umbrellas, and from my balcony they look like little, multi-coloured Pac Men,... Continue Reading →

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