Woodwork
My affection, it grew like a tree
Reaching out words like branches
Chopped & sanded till you swept up the scraps
With a broom of the twigs that fell off.
My affection, it grew like a tree
Reaching out words like branches
Chopped & sanded till you swept up the scraps
With a broom of the twigs that fell off.
I navigated heartbreak & healing when I revisited sites of old pain. A nostalgia trip helped me explore the map of my traumatic memories & brought me closure.
I hope you find lessons in your reflection and I hope these lessons come to you easy.
You may look back more often than the world tells you that you should. Maybe you should memory dive more.
When someone opens a window inside you and holds up candlelight.
I created this piece for an UnErase Against Drugs event. I wanted to go beyond the PSA-style message and tell a story. What’s your poison?
I’m surrounded by question marks, in the shape of expensive gifts from you. I’ve discarded the funny, the cheesy, the lighthearted lines like you’ve done our laughs. But what about the Parisian box of songs? La vie en rose may as well be a life of thorns. I don’t like…