Dreaming, Dreaming, Dreaming I live and keep on dreaming, aware of the tears that have stopped streaming from my eyes. I barely recognize...

Now what? What is what? Why do I keep finding myself asking this question? Why does it feel like my life is made out of regressions? I...

I am a conglomerate of the decisions and impulsive directions I take in my life. In my mind, I am a constant changing current. Never...

Mum's birthday, I'm so far away. Emotional and physical, the pain pulls me closer, magnifying the thoughts of being a tosser. A complete...