it is hard to stop when you’re running a race a marathon, if you will it’s like an endless chase there is no end in sight and perhaps none exists but every once in a while you’ll feel yours within your reach you will separate yourself from the reality that you live in isolation is …



one flickering light bulb lit the room in yellow i think of an old friend who always called it “‘ello” a heavy mountain of textbooks sits itself beside me the unseen pages stare i feel a jolt of anxiety i glare back in red angry at them for existing making hollow promises that were beyond …


a sunny afternoon young and fragile faces shining happiness for miles a familiar laugh followed by eternal laughter lyrics forgotten hearts beating faster moments pregnant with love and honesty moments that will one day transform into memories.