poetry. photography. storytelling.
i looked to the sky and saw a slate grey landscape that set the tone. grey. in my heart, feeding into my eyes, the concrete i walked, the feelings i felt, grey. charcoal, ash, metallic slate, lonely silver, invisible, the days, all merging into one. but before this day concludes, i want to share the... Continue Reading →
she knows. she knows it's ptsd. she knows it's flashbacks. she knows it's not weakness, she knows, but it haunts and it breaks. she knows. what she needs to do. to drop all the lingerings of attachment, to maintaining structured stability, so she can run off into the jungle, so she can scream out her... Continue Reading →
Why do some people need to leave? Home. Love. Their everything. Searching. Unknown. Not by choice, But because of an insatiable lust For life, for adventure, Leaning into, Wholeheartedly, Into the Unknown. Why? Why some people need to leave? Why do some people need to leave So wildly, They take stability + growth+ career -... Continue Reading →
pt 2 of a collab with Brittiany, (instagram: @britts_littleadventures) paired best with part 1: liverpool London. like waves of the ocean tide, when the possessing anger dissolved back into the sea side, another craving stole my attention- london. playful, curious, bold London, where the... Continue Reading →
i had a dream once, back in twenty-fifteen, that i would runaway to liverpool amidst a burning internal anger. without knowing a damn thing, i imagined this would be the city to channel my souls angst. i'd show up with just enough cash, to pick up leather + jean clothing, ripped and torn, with punk... Continue Reading →
