Writing

The vibrations of the bass music cascade throughout my entire body. It’s a feeling that shouldn’t be pleasant, but strangely, it is. My skin feels wet. My sweat, or someone else’s; I  have no idea. It’s a sort of gross thought, but whatever. I’m in what feels like the centre of the universe. All my […]

Sometimes it comforts me Knowing the sun will take us all together  In the end Enveloping us all in a bright haze of silent fire Nothing will be spared Not the most gentle dog Not the tiniest daisy Not the richest man (hey Elon) Even you  Sitting on your throne of lies and manipulation  Stuffed

The fire crackled sharply as Rosie went to sit down in the armchair where she always sat. The chair’s cushion was blue, robin’s egg-shell blue, paired with dark cherry wood, expertly carved.  Engravings of birds and trees swirled around the wood.     Something was different today. I felt it strongly.  Rosie didn’t seem to notice

Everything always comes back to you Throughout the deadlines, the sadness, the frustration, the choices and the fights I put my shoes on and step out into you, and there you are, and there I am, and it is everything It is with you that everything makes sense It is with you that I feel

Everything always comes back to youThroughout the deadlines, the sadness, the frustration, the choices and the fightsI put my shoes on and step out into you, and there you are, and there I am, and it is everything   It is with you that everything makes senseIt is with you that I feel like I

As the lecture drawls on, a sinking feeling enters my chest. Our class evaluates the IPCC AR6 report that was released last March. “There is a rapidly closing window of opportunity to secure a liveable and sustainable future for all (very high confidence),” our teacher repeats from the slide deck, his voice monotone. The extremely

Spring pulsates with new lifeEnergy flows through the ground and up through our roots and veinsWe feel it and reach our arms and branches up to the sky, stretching up and upEven before the buds begin opening, energy flows like a currentYou can’t see it but you can feel itOur inner worlds are bursting from

Yet again, I find myself at another airport. A flight to take me away to somewhere else.  I’ll fly in the sky, and then I’ll land and continue this life of mine. I sit here, 22 years old, about to start my final term at university. I can remember so clearly when I graduated high

The air smelled like wet trees and cow manure. I slowly walked across the school field, dragging my feet across the grass. My classmate’s loud yelling carried me across the entire field.  I could feel my socks becoming damp. There must be some holes in my shoes. They were pink, and they used to have

Hello reader. Today, I am sitting in my chair outside in the sun; it is 7:45 in the morning. What a lovely time of day. The birds are as loud as always, and the air smells like the sweetest mix of dewy rose petals and fresh earth. I have a cup of coffee on the