I went home.

The well manicured lawns are now overgrown. The trampoline rusted, broken and turned upside down in the long grass and weeds. The fences that line paddocks are old and broken. Abondoned chicken pens litter the outskirts of the house and the old bird cage roof where finches, quails and canaries were kept has completely collapsed. …

Nothing

I can't remember arriving to work because I wasn't paying attention. I know the road far too well to plan it to perfection. I don't know the date, but it's been 52 weeks of reflection. My existence in the hands of this world.   I felt it when I left High School, who am I …

Dreams.

Is all we seem but a dream within a dream? I wake, shivering with sweat. The sun has not risen yet and the night is still. It’s raining outside and I look to my window. The rain is upside down in this world in the sky, in the clouds, in the trees. They're not trees, …

It Burns.

It burns. And I shower to make it stop but all I can think about is the touch of his skin against mine. Why, why, why does my body ache under the weight of the water? Will I ever feel clean again, the fragile hair on my arm sticks up against the cool night air …

Kill your heroes.

People only want to know the glory of the man standing on top of the mountain.  They want to see the hero, make up the story in their heads and ignore the truth.  We all want to believe in the hero.  We need to believe that he exists; believe that what we are striving for …