when you're big,
you hit all the creaks on the stairs...

This is my dream song-
where my future will melodize...

Talking is hard.
These conversations that pop up like a new...

We are all survivors. Survivors of fear, abuse
and its manipulative species, despair, loneliness...

It caught me off guard.
A real, honest, apology...

Whenever your arms embrace me
(only in public), you'd bask in my...

They scold us
thinking we are all the same...

Anxiously, I sit against the
wall of a 90-year-old theatre...

I picked up the newspaper today,
not foreseeing anything about ink...

October is freely bleeding
from our veins...

My hands are too cold to love,
too Siberian from becoming the...

You need reminders, not the kind of
ruptures that lay awake in your mind...