Our Story

Sometimes I feel tired, so tired I can see a cradle made of your arms, for that, I want to come to your side of our story. Cause you look well-rested, I need a nap in your lap, for that, I want to come to your side of our story. My hopes are limping these…

Deep Cut

An emotion you haven’t felt in years that you might have forgotten completely if your emotional playlist hadn’t been left on shuffle. A feeling whose opening riff tugs on all your other neurons like a dog on a leash waiting for you to open the door. Coined in 2012 by John Koenig in The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows, a project,…

The Door

Last year was like a sliver of light under a door; brightening a dark room in which it only stormed, a sliver of hope that this hurt would end. But this year- the door opened to let the light in. I can already see the light swallowing me whole, Oh what this year has in…