You can’t kill me when I’m already dead.

I was at a standstill, unable to differentiate my happiness between dread and my feelings of euphoria for melancholy. My sense of stability had been compromised and the underlying fabric of my reality began to expose years of pulls and tears.

Nights Like These

It is nights like these where I want to sleep for days on end. It is nights like these where I give myself up to an alternate authority and let my soul drift away. It is nights like these where I do not want my body, where I want someone else and to be who…

The Nightmare

The proverbial bridge had burned, but one question remained: Could we be salvaged? The charred ash of fundamental stability was holding onto the remaining beams that kept us together.

Cigarette Shadows

We embrace the world with black tar lungs, and pretend we don’t know any better. If it were not for mistakes, for death, and for heartbreak, who would we be? I don’t know.

4G and a Trusting Heart.

The biggest flaw with modern dating is the desire to sell yourself short. Dating in itself is an exhausting and tedious task, one which we all endure until we find a “forever” – or an “until further notice”. The problem with dating is that a sense of incredible judgement is placed on your decision to either a) continue dating the person, or b) decide to never see said person again. We dream about our aspirations and begin planning for the future with self-proclaimed confidence and a blinded understanding.

A Story in Three Parts

A human oxymoron, fighting for what I believe in through a shielded gaze and a misconstrued ideology – The epitome of a millennial lifestyle.

Heartbreak Warfare.

Coming back from Kingston, I walk through the city centre. Bags under my eyes and in my hands, I walk through the highly populated Dundas Square. Eight in the evening and the centre is still jam packed. Pushed through a queue and shuffled down the sidewalk, I feel as if I am a rain drop…

Vino Dreams.

Head leaned against the window, I watch the rain drip down the window pane. Driving by moving people and an urban landscape, I stare out at the city before me.  Through each drop of rain, subtle nuances of the past drip down the pane. Looking up from my comfortable position, I notice that the UBER…

Realm of the Undefined.

There comes a point when ‘sorry’ loses its meaning, where the power of apologizing dissipates in the pain that was caused. Sitting in Balzaks coffee roasters I enjoy a coffee with a work colleague. Bumble and I have always had an immediate attraction towards one another, maybe it was our innate extroverted personalities, but we…

Bullshit.

It hit me, and It hit me like a ton of bricks… like a steel beam to the head, like an opportune epiphany that allowed me to open my eyes and to find the inspiration I needed. It all hit me…