• Pieces
  • Anasthesia

    It’s 1 a.m. and I am right where you left me a year ago. In my living room. Chocolate brown couch. Phone in my hand. Texting a boy who isn’t you. And the only thing I can think about is how he is just not you. You with your uncanny charm and disaster awaits smile. […]

  • Fiction
  • Maybe. | Fiction

    So let’s ignore each other and pretend we never existed, but deep down we both know that things were not meant to end like this. It’s funny how a short span of time was all we had and we screwed that up too. It’s crazy how you can feel things that you can’t actually see. […]