They know, they know, they know.

It’s easy to match a face to a name when you’ve stolen advanced technology from the government.

And so they know, they know, they know.

Running on more adrenaline and fear than I’ve ever known before, I race to the one place meant to be safe. For me. For my identity. For the portion of my life that matters more than anything.

For him.

He doesn’t know. But...

It’s an odd feeling, watching as someone is engulfed by fear and paranoia. It’s a terrible feeling knowing they fell victim to the hungry stomach of these beasts entirely. My brother, Jeremiah, is the one I allowed to be swallowed.

It started with a slightly concerned comment, “I think someone was watching me while I walked home today.” I only half-listened as he described the skin-crawling sens...

The sky is vast

A place meant to last

To let us watch it’s beauty together

It was supposed to be forever

An endless sea of lights

Unmarred by any blights

If only that was true

I hadn’t had a clue

Shooting stars pierced my chest

Left me without rest

Danger hidden behind what appeals

My fate seals

The night never gave me so much pain

I stare up at the sky where I’ve been slain

The sky...

In a world filled with colour, I see none. Trees said to be red and green are seen by me in varying shades of grey. The sky a pale grey that I’ve been told should be blue. Clouds are perhaps one of the only things that I see in their true shade.

It’s strange hearing people talk about their favourite colours when I’ve never known what those colours look like. When I’ve been asked I simply said gr...

In the beginning, when the lockdown had been newly implemented, life had been quiet. As the weather began to warm, I began to spend more time outside on my back deck. In the early hours of the morning, I often drink tea and scroll through social media on my laptop. For a while my only company was the birds.

On one such occasion, as I sat drinking my tea, I heard the sound of a slamming door. The...

If your hand could reach inside my heart, what would you do with it?

Would you treat it like glass, fragile and cracked?

Or squeeze until it shatters?

Maybe you’d cherish it like a gift as I hand my love to you.

Feel how it flutters each time my eyes make contact with yours, each time my thoughts wander to you.

That happens often, by the way.

If you hand could reach inside my heart, what ...

Fate is an odd thing.

We are tied to it from birth.

A string wrapped around our necks like a leash keeping us in check.

The ones holding the other end is the gods we worship and trust dearly.

Once, many centuries ago, I had been one of those gods.

No longer.

I questioned the Fate of gods.

Who held our leash? Who decided that we were to be the gods that ruled the world?

What would ha...

In the silence, there is no silence.

Silence is the hum of the fridge as you sit on your couch reading a book.

It’s the whisper of the wind as it sweeps by the trees, rustling in the leaves.

The scribble of your pencil on paper as you write your thoughts late in the evening.

Silence is early mornings with singing birds and tired yawns, the scrape of a chair, clatter of cereal, and slosh of...

It’s funny, how I miss something I’ve never known. Similar to the way people mourn unrequited love. Nothing is between the two people, a one sided tragedy of sorts, yet the thought of what could be creates the feeling of sorrow. Instead, For many years, I lay trapped inside my mind wondering why I’d been cursed of my sight.

I’ve heard the sky is blue and the grass is green. I’ve heard of oceans ...

Freedom is a funny thing. It’s the wind dancing with my hair and the leaves dancing with the wind. The smell of fresh rain as it falls from the clouds. There is freedom in the little choices you make that don’t hold any huge significance to life. And if I had the choice, I’d fly away with the birds.

Birds are the embodiment of freedom. They get to fly when they wish and rest when they get tired....