the invisible

I’m trying to reconstruct something which may or may not have been broken so if you can see the pieces, pick them up and if they were torn apart by invisible hands let’s stitch them together with visible words and comfort let’s love Us back into being.



Even if I wanted sex in the afternoon, I know it wouldn’t happen. You’re always busy, doing god knows what at your desk, typing at people who aren’t me, regardless of the fact that it is supposedly me that you’re with. I can just imagine the conversation. ‘Baby.’ Then there will be no reply, of […]


Looking for Light

I went to find beauty today, and it found me on a cold, misty road in Tigoni – after we almost got lost, of course. We were at Kentmere Club. Did I mention that it was cold as hell? It was cold as hell. Refer to picture above. Look at that. No warm fuzzies whatsoever. […]

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