On familiar February's and the different shades of not knowing what happens next.
Still
On the hard edges
A testament to, and for, living far away from everything that feels like smooth-sailing.
Tell It Like It Is
On the colour green, and not telling the truth.
An evolution
On writing a record of it all, even when it feels like treason.
On Paris
On the way I’m never really telling the truth when I speak about Paris.
On feeling all of it
On the good, and the bad, and being thankful for the in betweens.
