DROWNING ABOVE WATER

The last few months – if I’m really, truly, unashamedly honest – have felt like drowning above water.

THE YEAR OF, LIKE, REALISING STUFF

Personal realisations.

A LOVE LETTER TO 2018

2018, I want to write you a love letter even though you're not done with me yet. 

OLD HABITS

I'm sitting in bed, exhausted. Work felt more like work and less like money tonight, even though we weren't really busy. And yet I'm left with the confusing compulsion to write–no, to blog. 

11:13PM

EROSION OF THE MIND

At first, you don't even realise yourself slipping away. 

A MONTH OUT

Because you deserve a bit of a life update.

A poem by Christopher Poindexter, who I've lately rediscovered my love for.

ESTRAINGE

Rebranding myself – starting with my URL.