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…

A Bullet and A Blade.

When faced with a bullet and a blade, what do you decide? When casualty will be met either way, do we just take the risk?

Memory Lapse In Unfamiliar Terrain.

Is this true? Did Shakespeare know of the falsified reality we would be living? How do we know when memories end and reality truly begins, for there are things that you cannot forget even though you wish that you could.

Boxes, Bags & Elevator Tags.

Boxes and bags, and unclaimed clutter litters the floor of our small Distillery apartment. Blinded by the new morning sun, I step out of bed to get ready for this difficult day ahead of me. Looking around, I am surrounded by my life folded neatly into over a dozen boxes. One year has passed since…

The Cave. 

  It is a sullen day. Forsaking the exhausted sun, I walk into the wood. Lilac blooms, birds chirp, and the last rays of sunlight weakly bid the trees farewell. Finding a shaded nook I sit down by a flowing brook and open a book to read. As the hours pass, the scent of the blooming…

The perfect storm.

The first hand written post in my new leather bound journal. This journal was given to me (ironically) by my vegetarian boyfriend. I must issue a firm thank you to Americano as this notebook is entirely made out of a dead cow….every vegetarians dream. The smell of lilac billows through my bedroom as the sound…

A tiny violin begins playing in the background.

Another birthday, another rainy day. As the grey clouds fill the overcast sky I sit down on the couch. Staring out onto the rain covered cobble stones I bury my head into my hands and close my eyes. Today happens to be my birthday. While birthdays are usually days of great fun and excitement, the…

Club Rats in the African Savannah.

The lights of the dance cave shone brightly over me. Dancing in the middle: Hair dripping, hands up, oblivious to the world around me. It is these evenings of pure isolated musical escapism, that you can just feel so alone in a crowded place. The ease placed on your mind as you swerve towards the…

Tabula Rasa & Rambling.

Throughout our lives, it always seems like we are being continuously watched. We are watched by parents when we are children, we Re watched over by superiors at work, and we are continuously surveillanced as customers in a store. There is never really a time where we are fully independent. I understand the sense of…

Your arrogance does not match your Chanel.

As I take my nightly walk I look up at the starless sky and think about the events of the past few days. With each step I take, the sidewalk seems to glisten as the nicotine fills my lungs. Recently I began to think about blame and how it seems to fall on me at…