Back in February, I wrote one of my personal favorite pieces that I’ve ever written, and I never shared it. I wrote a series about a specific encounter (I.e. breakup) and I loved them all. They all flowed right out of me and it was so cathartic. But I didn’t share them because the ex […]

Love, pt. I

Every time I have thought I’ve been in love it tastes different. It tastes like cheap whiskey, That flavor I love so much, but with a bitter aftertaste. It tastes like ashtrays and flavored vodka. Because it’s never really felt right. They’ve all been variations of each other, And all very childish forms of love. […]