As published on Thought Catalog and Z Publishing House's America's Emerging Writers: An Anthology of Nonfiction Trigger warning: this article contains sensitive content involving self harm. I don't think one can truly understand the stark coldness of mental illness until they actually go through ...
Slow down. Breathe. Look around. This is Life.
Right now, somewhere in the world, she is stepping out into the early morning spring chill with a black coffee in hand, thinking about how at that exact moment, he is arriving home exhausted after a long overnight shift. Somewhere else, someone else is sitting on a train wedged among strangers, ...
This is the Art of Letting Go
As published on ThoughtCatalog It was a grey day, the air damp with drizzling rain. Head overflowing with thoughts that couldn't be drowned out by the rain, I stopped by the coffee shop to work and found a spot facing out the window. I don't know what made me glance up in that particular moment, ...
Dreamer
by day we race the sun to the summit the clouds just missing our fingertips by night we lay blankets on cars underneath the stars pondering what happens to the dreams when the dreamer dies? ----- see more on film here. ...
Wake Me Slow
somewhere between dreams and waking is that blissful blank state of being blind to a world that's cold and also let go by those you can't let go three minutes then two o n e fragile heart wake me slow ----- see more on film here. ...
