It’s not easy coming home.
Oranges pt. 2
Oranges
Speaking about sunshine and the ocean and not speaking about either.
Somewhere I’ve Never Been
On taking walks and hanging up curtains 10 months too late.
Still
On familiar February's and the different shades of not knowing what happens next.
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.
Photos from nowhere
Parking lots, fields and fields of them. Undulating, waves on waves of rolling heat bouncing off all the barren, the lack of anything that is somehow everything. Sun-beats and torn nails. This town feels like I swallowed six long summers whole.
1/ 11
On celebrating anniversaries, and the power of understanding.
Always this way
On the way we cry in front of strangers, and always end up back where we started.
Somewhere like nowhere
On a city that burnt and stung and laid me bare.
