there is a moment that is frozen in your mind forever // of spinning around as your heart falls into your stomach // of opening your eyes as the flood gates burst // of holding yourself in and holding your head up until the first note plays
an hour and three minutes and the word count’s stuck at nought wracked my brains and wrung ’em out but couldn’t find a thought dove into the…… Read more “Soonish”
I’ve posted a few prose pieces on this blog, but it wasn’t that long ago I actually started writing unrestrained pieces like such. This one is directly inspired by a picture from April, 2017 – which is perhaps one of my favourite photos.
In troubling times, we can all turn to feline friends for a small dose of comfort. I think too often we tell someone how much they mean to you when they’re gone. So, from my archive of truly adoxographical musings, an ode to my cat.
There is just something so unfathomably wonderful about belonging to space…
For a friend, who I hope will understand how dearly her casual comment moved me.
This particular post is centred around my admiration for the most hauntingly wonderful and wonderfully tragic character I’ve ever stumbled across: Ophelia.
A haphazard poem of varying rhythms and questionable rhymes. What a perfect metaphor for twenty-eighteen.
Smelling an old scent is proven to be the strongest trigger of long-forgotten memories I keep my old perfume bottles tucked away in my cupboard for this very reason and in a sense, I do the same thing with songs: hide them away in the corners of playlists so when they play, I can time travel.
You’ve heard the call too, haven’t you? As you peered off the side of a tall place, haven’t you heard that voice asking what would happen if you just… fell? Jumping off cliffs is not a good idea – but don’t let that stop you when there’s a safe landing to answer.