My mind is a liar... A single thought can inspire such a multitude of unreachable desires...
My desire for you is a continuous rhythm pulsating within me... As steady and certain as a metronome.
My green eyes will search your heart like an atlas... And diligently map out every coordinate.
Emotions remain on the fabric that held us... Lonely stains now imprinted in a cotton embrace...
As we frantically tried to save your life, You muttered so calmly... "Can someone please call my wife?"
One year gone... 365 days... And I'm in such a different place. 52 weeks later... And I'm still here... Remembering all that will never be erased.
Stars, stories, and silent tears... That's all you've given me this entire year.
Sometimes moments are mentioned and stories are said... But the way they're told... It's like you're already fucking dead.
This year has been nothing that I could have imagined... A year filled with bushfires, an awkward election, racism at it's finest, and an unexpected pandemic. And although all of that has been super fucking great... I am so damn ready for this next year to begin. Although I wish that the majority of this … Continue reading 2020
I'm tired of seeing faces covered with dirty masks... All emotion now hidden by cotton subtasks.