We’re all made of stories.
The kind where prologues take roots in the empty basements of hearts.
My story with her started when I tried to redeem myself for hurting you. Continue reading
We’re all made of stories.
The kind where prologues take roots in the empty basements of hearts.
My story with her started when I tried to redeem myself for hurting you. Continue reading
Let’s just say I found someone. Let’s just say they’re not you—let’s say they’re someone new.
I’ve had this low hum live inside my chest for the past month that’s slowly been inching up towards my throat. Sometimes it feels like a tremble, other times it’s a rumble—and, on rare occasions, it’s like a rabid beast trying to throttle its cage. Continue reading
My grandmother passed away while I was out in the Scottish wilderness—when I was somewhere in the green among the hundreds of sheep in the northwest.
The signal was bad and I was on vacation, and I quickly realized there was no way I could get to an airport in time for the funeral. And my dad said, “it’s okay, it’s okay, you don’t have to, it’s okay.” Continue reading
Suffering from anxiety and losing the one you love feels a lot like penance. And I can’t breathe; and Father, forgive me for I have sinned.
I used to slay my demon with my pen.
Used to exorcise him from the night, my mind, from my dreams, our bed; used to silence the hauntings that echoed in the catacombs of my brain with a touch of your hand. Continue reading
Suffering from anxiety and losing the one you love feels a lot like penance. And I can’t breathe; and please forgive me. Continue reading
The darkness came first.
It came just as the train left Chancery Lane station, stopping before it reached St. Paul’s. In the tunnel we stayed, the morning rush to reach work before 9AM at its peak. Continue reading
Things I want you to know
I’d like to stop writing about you now. Continue reading
The first time I cried in public was when I was on the New York subway, and I had just turned 24. Continue reading
When I write about you, I call you ‘The Light.’
Because that’s how all of my darkness knew it had to stay away. Continue reading