Take it

I haven’t written about my window theory here, and the discussions between my counsellor and I. But this photo is significant to me, and what made me fall in love with this girl’s photography.


She’s what made me write last night. I haven’t written a poem in years, and it was all I ever used to write. It felt good, stringing words together. For me, poetry has always been more about what isn’t said, than what is.

one breakup is never the same. 

you think you’ll know what to expect after you fall one time, but instead of comfort in repetition you’ll find there’s a whole different way to hurt. then recover. 

this one’s a quiet one.