Chaos of a Dreamer's Mind

I hang in the air between spaces, between phases of life, the ropes tethering me to the current fraying and snapping one by one by one. Who ...

Wrong. Wrong. The closer I think I am, the further I am revealed to be. I am a fool; a blind fool who sought to make you something out of fr...

You're the tail end of a storm, the orange light tinging the clouds, the last echoes of thunder that roll across the skies. Distant and ...

I have loved many people in this life. But then there is you, with something unreadable behind your eyes, a distance, a void, a mirror which...

Frail wisps of blonde hair ran up the pale legs that poked out from beneath the hem of a skirt the colour of blood. Of all the things I thou...

Beneath the dew caressed leaves, in the warm dappled light of a dying summer, a group of you danced in the air, flitting and fluttering and ...

 I cannot stop thinking about touching her. Not bare skin against bare skin, chest against chest, though the thought does not escape my mind...

A smile and a volley of heartbeats. A faded memory folded and kept in a breast pocket. A rattling bus weaving through debris littering a lon...

Inside a crowded imagination, the possibilities were endless. Faces flashed and fanned out before me; people I'd met, or merely passed i...

Here, there. Near, far. Distance is the only company we keep. We're back to this shyness that forces us to avert our eyes. But every fib...

Sometimes it feels like problems are tattoos sunk into my skin, irreversible and uncounterable. Most of all, they're inescapable; they a...

I feel like I've lived my whole life on the run, or on the brink of running. When I pack a bag, I pack everything I might need for life ...

My hands don't shake anymore. Hope still burns as fiercely, more, even, than before, because the things I once thought impossible are tr...

A race car in a videogame. The controller in your hands. You standing a little to the side, staring intently at the screen. Me right in fron...

It's all air between us; air and something else, like half smiles that turn to grins and beating hearts that start to race. Resistance s...

Sometimes I'm lost, crawling through a heavy fog that dampens my senses and steals my sense of direction. Sometimes I run and wake up in...

We all lose things along the way. Sometimes they're small things,  like toothbrushes and pens and socks that disappear without a trace. ...

It used to be there, hovering in the periphery of your mind, a blank shape in a squalid landscape. You used to trip and stumble and find gli...

Mistaken and Hoping are the two friends you wish you never made; one is a certainty you would rather not face, and one is the impossibility,...

An organic mess curled up in the dark, weeping tears of tar. Because nothing produces darkness like a fragile, broken soul. Held together by...

If I could sit outside in the freezing cold every weekend midnight, I would. And we could talk about books, literature, travel, the corners ...

She's the kind of girl you fall in love with, over and over again, until your heart is so full of it that your chest constricts and pain...

You're just a mess that needs cleaning, a shriveled heart that needs watering. A ticking brain that needs winding. And an empty soul tha...

Oh, you clever girl. In the game of subtlety, you're winning.

I'm  sorry if you ever felt that I left you on the side of the road, howling at the tail lights of my car as they made white streaks int...