Find my thoughts on pavements home. I'm still scared of things, maybe it’s not the dark; sometimes it's the days and the minutes spent on my fingers counting the things I could have done to make the change. I like to believe I'm strange wading through this place. I’m every other face, I am the same. I'm not strange, I'm a bore to everyone I've ever...Learn More

I have found my eyes in the ceiling again With only all that I've already said left to say Aware only of the weight of this silence I thought I was trying please say you saw me try Not just a static crackle when my mouth bleeds I want to feel the pressure of my bed springs I want the things I used to run from to catch me Tighten up my limbs until...Learn More

To wake is to start the struggle against my most fragile self. The weight of all you ask of me and all of the apathy to getting well; but I want to get well. "I'm not long for this Earth" to get me through the day; I don't want this anymore...Learn More

There is a hole in the ground by my house where I've buried all the words I don’t carry the meaning to keep alive; I've seen them die. It seems like every time I speak I find myself back here, tearing at the ground with my mouth, fistfuls of withered flowers in my hands. I swear I tried to stop them sprouting, miming so loud on either side. When I...Learn More

Today I woke with the strength of ten men, and the intention to start it all again. Everything I spoke and felt was meant and though meaning was uncertain, if I keep pushing further I will get there in the end. Today I hit the straight between the bends with dreams still dancing on my teeth and gold dripping from the eaves of my skeleton. I will...Learn More