I’m aware

Written on 19th November 2019 God you won’t even let me dwell in a feeling, will you? The instant something beautiful begins to form in the depths of the same chest that carried the weight of grey shades of sorrow, here you come again, corrupting my budding day dreams with reality checks. I know better...

Hands

I catch myself staring at the lines on hands. My hands speak to me, like they’re alive on their own and if I were to die, they’d give up last because holding on is what they do best. They clutch. They’ve clutched other wrists and their own wrists in pain. They’ve clutched hair. They’ve clutched...