Last night I dreamt I was 22 and for some reason, it scared me. I felt my youth slip away and instead of feeling liberated, I felt trapped; bound by a death that’s soon to come. I don’t mind dying, just dying too soon. And it feels like my time is coming. Every morning I … Continue reading 21.



And I like to believe I’ll remember these moments When peace rushes in and love takes over When sad songs make me happy and happy songs make me cry I hope I’ll remember these moments Because sadness comes so easily A tenant I cannot make move No matter how many debates I have with it … Continue reading one.