I used to write every day. Little poems, short stories, messy thoughts. That was a lifetime ago, since then I could not get many words out I focused on the visual aspect of things. Then out of nowhere the words started to come back to me, but who would listen? Then I realised that it doesn’t matter who does as long as I put them out there so i don’t drown in my own thoughts.


Eyes Half Shut to the future like when you are falling but don’t want to see yourself hit the ground.

Eyes half shut to the scent of his skin, wondering.

Eyes half shut to the feeling that crept on you out of nowhere.

Eyes half shut because if you open them your heart will flood.