1 of 5

We are insects in the space in-between, we must endure.

2 of 5

A new day beckons

Today is different from the rest

Does the rain wash over the pain?

or is it stained in the fabric of our soil.

3 of 5

A new cliche//The object cause of desire

Think of trying out surfing as a counteractive approach to reality in order to escape this field of immersion in which our existence is caught…

4 of 5

I can only find rest
on the fleeting billows
& dream of wilting willows.

Ephemeral – Lasting only a day

5 of 5

The Bluebell

Shed my old skin to make room for the new,
for new things there.

We can always strive for something
It will only make us better.

“I was always paranoid
too much noise in my head
feeling overlooked & undercut
see there’s a lot going on in the world
somehow I’d taken in on by myself
felt like it was me and only me
but how could it be when I see you”