The Bottomless Suitcase [pt. 1]

Another thing lost among the woods.


The Way We Used To Be (or ‘Ghosts’)

He clung onto ideas like air; a worn down notepad kept snug in his back pocket was proof of his desperate and voracious thoughts. He wrote with a pointed hunger; every three seconds, he popped out a pen from his front pocket and the notepad from his back. Every three seconds he'd scribble down another … Continue reading The Way We Used To Be (or ‘Ghosts’)


The tightening in my chest, at best, is the result of my missing breath. Nevertheless-- I take in words like air. There are things I wish I could say, Some feelings I wish I could lay on your mind if you don't mind-- But then, I might. Real-talk now: there's a little trouble, Doubling over … Continue reading Binds


My happiness was in her smile, and the way she glided effortlessly around our home… and everywhere, really. She was contained, but wild-- a calculated storm. She was the sound of a piano, of an acoustic guitar-- calming music that fills you up and warms your heart. That was her. We were never a match. … Continue reading Inevitable