Month: March 2018

And so it is that I'm up at 1 in the morning, writing about mirrors. These wee hours of morning. For a few weeks now, they've been my consistent companion. Whether I find my nights stretching into their territory, or I'm awakened in the middle of the night as if to be reminded of their… Continue reading Insomnia and Mirrors →

I. Let's set the scene: I'm in high school, and left in the wake of yet another terrible relationship. The relationship had been a special kind of toxic, the kind that should've heralded a warning: that this was the type of guy I would keep on attracting until I could actually find some self-worth.  I'd… Continue reading Messages →

"Everyone can sing.  It's just a matter of finding your range." "I've heard that before, but I don't know if I believe it." It was one of those conversations in passing -- a few lines before the dialogue shifted to something else -- but it echoed a little bit in the back of my head. … Continue reading My Voice →