Me Too

There is one day that I will remember for the rest of my life. Because of that day, enclosed spaces scare me. Garages do too. I won’t wear little sleep shorts to bed and I hate anything with strawberry. There are so many things that I could say about that day. I could tell you … Continue reading Me Too


Desperate Hope

One night I sat down and started writing random stuff. Before I knew it, this poem had emerged. I’d never really written poetry or anything, so was surprised to see the completed piece. Take what you will from this, it’s just a poem, none of these are actually thoughts I’ve had. I am interested to … Continue reading Desperate Hope