The sound of the zipper didn’t do the moment justice as I zipped as many of my belongings I could fit in my suitcase. That sound was the soundtrack of a promise to myself. A closing of not just a chapter, but an entire book. The wind caught the door and slammed it behind me. The day outside matched the energy coursing through my body.

As I loaded the car I caught a glimpse of my reflection in th...

with a thud I can hear heavy in my ears it’s as if an anchor is dropped directly into the depths of my core. The flukes violently rearranging my organs. And as quickly as it makes its self at home, The marionette string is pulled. Sending the heavy thud and lump to sit securely in my throat.

It’s a feeling I’ve felt before the tug and pull of the string, the flukes settling in.

Anchoring every ...

It’s in the daily inns and outs, The revolving door of unfiltered doubts.

will my silence ever pack a punch ?

paramount too the loudness of the ins and out?

Will it hit them in the gut, will it be seen or felt. there is no burden in the cards I’ve been dealt.

But yet these questions I ask myself everyday.

The theme of the sacrifice seems to be a heavy price to pay.

Doing the intangibl...

The golden glimmers of the day to day,

Gleem amongst us in the simplest ways

You’ll find the rest of the world in a race.

Swimming upstream, head barley above the water, wishing for first place.

In the water, the mask is slipping, heart is thumping, lungs ready to collapse.

The fact of the matter is, it’s the small moments, the rawest components that keep our world from spinning too fast. ...

Loving you is loving quick sand

Intoxicating it’ll swallow you whole

Somehow while leaving your cup a lot less than full.

It’s quicksand, the tighter you grasp you think the longer it’ll last,

But it’s quicksand

Wreaking havoc in your path, never needing or looking back, your love is quicksand leaving everyone wanting more....

It’s the expectations that drown him,

Takes his heart away

Removes him from his earthly body,

Dying to fly away.

With a touch to his lips It’s too easy

To make it all dissapear

A momentary lapse in judgment,

An intoxicating fear.

What better way to drown it, the bottle hits his lips. the Further down it’s pushed , the more his world flips.

No expectations shackled to him now, High above ...