Can we

Can we

can we leave good at the door of yesterday? what about perfection? what even is that? can we agree that performance is overrated and Real is the only practice? Can we let the sands of expectation slip through our fingers? and the ideas of who we were before crumble...
i almost danced again

i almost danced again

I almost danced again I felt it rising up In the unlikeliest moment When seconds before I had been under My almost constant companion Of depression An entity, my passenger That was looking for it’s name, again Waiting for me to stop resisting And fall into a...
come to me

come to me

come to me and I will show you the war torn echoes of my heart my house is a wasteland of pieces leftover from fires meant to refine me nothing is tidy I left that behind a thousand years ago there is still dust hiding in the corners and crusted over dishes in the...
hollow bone

hollow bone

I think it’s time I just come out with it. I’ve been dancing around the subject, at least I have in my own mind, in order to make sure people are comfortable with me. To make sure this wasn’t a crazy phase. To make sure I stayed accessible. But...