On collecting

On collecting

I’ve always collected things. Gifts and concert tickets and sea-shells and old books. And sad things. Beautiful, fragile things that are so ephemeral. I’ve tried to preserve them, to suspend them in time. Teardrops, and dream-remnants and memories of happier times. Melancholy and nostalgia. Clocks that only strike thirteen and mirrors with broken reflections. Pressed […]

Underwater

Underwater

Underwater, I can still dream. Oxygen gets low, and starlight’s lost, but I can still dream. It feels like inhaling a storm, a beautiful, almost suffocating star-implosion inside of me. It’s almost February now. Silent waves crush on my skin and every secret kept in the sea, is now flowing inside of me. I drift, […]

too afraid

too afraid

I am the girl who sleeps at 4:00am and wakes at noon, I’m the girl with the green eyes and numb hands; typing words as oxygen. I’ve survived black holes and car crushes and too-many-endings. I’ve survived. I’m just a girl, too young to drown, too old to believe anymore. It doesn’t matter what the […]

Gossamer

Gossamer

I have always been one of the delicate-like girls with bones made of moonstone. I’ve been one of the girls who dream and drink too much, who write poetry on them, who try to carve out the pain, the emptiness, the darkness. I have been the girl with the empty eyes and aching lungs. I […]