See, it’s kind of like Gaudí, how I’m taken by your form, your nature, and I’ll build churches for hundreds of years based on the bow of your lips, or the bones of your knuckles, and tell the story of your life on stained glass windows, leaving no detail untold, and if the tourists have […]
And maybe if I just wrote you a manifesto of everything that’s wrong with me you could look at it and calculate if I’m worth it but my whole life is my manifesto and my love is my manifesto and I can’t summarise my soul […]
I could wait forever. I could wait for mountains to move, for ice to melt, for fires to burn, for enough space to be cleared between us to finally see you clearly. But I won’t. Because I’d rather be dynamite. And I’ve blown out the wicks on enough TNT to have the time anymore: Not […]
The ones who grow. Who bloom. Who rise like the dawn and set the sky ablaze with everything that they are, all that they create, the wide, wild worlds they’ve dreamed up and are hell-bent on fire-breathing into existence. They might be limelight seekers, or sunlight bathers, or moonlight dancers. The ones who poke petalled […]
Feels like we’ve been edging for months now, so, fuck it. Let’s edge this. Like we’re ice-skating to the end of the moon, Like we’re dancing on white lines, Like the M25 is a ring of inferno and we’re trying to break through somehow, While dancing with our demons, While skirting the line between keeping […]
*This piece was originally written in 2015 and was recently dug up from an old hard drive, begging to be shared again. Travel, just go. Open your eyes and experience your life. For Zo, a year ago: You will cry on the plane. You will be stuck outside for hours unable to get into your […]
I think she might be magic, the way she dances like that, as thought she is the blue-hot flame of a candles in the wind, trying to tell you a resounding No! from the universe when you ask it for validation. I think she might be magic, the way she emanates light, like she is […]
Can you teach me how to howl at the moon? Because I think I could leave you softer than how I found you. […]
but I can’t work it out: are all the times a day I see your name a confirmation or a warning? Because there’s not a single night I wouldn’t run away with you on grand adventures or just to your pillowcase but eagle wings are built to spread across the sky not carry this weight. […]