Tell me why it feels like I’m sinningEven though at times I’m grinningProud of myself for being home with the…
Laying tracks in the snow, the spotted deer walks,On her head sits the weight of a golden chandelierAlthough regal in…
I’m locked in a box – can’t think about the world outside Without thinking about the world outside Wide beyond…
There’s a really curious, almost fantastical quality to how we perceive death On the one hand, there’s a fear that…
The end of the road is a perilous place The end still hasn’t come and the road gloats in my…
Abbi: I’m so excited for the weekend! Aabid: It’s Tuesday… Abbi: I can’t wait…
The moon is just a ball that hangs in the sky That can’t shine on its own, but it can…
My flashlight is broken It’s the weirdest thing, I mean the bulb didn’t break Feels like I’m stuck in the…