Confessions

2019

I PINE TO BE

I am not a pineapple. I am a being that is more than sight and taste. I have feelings that are as tender as changing shape.

I ATE MYSELF

A poem affirming the knowledge on our beautiful disease.
Being alive, in a discarding and scary time.

Don’t be frightened of clichés

Introducing Ocean.   I love how she holds my hand. Tightening her grasp whenever a strange or peculiar figure wonders past, all figures that hold clean haircuts and ironed trousers are peculiar to her and this made me love her even more.       She holds the same understanding that I have, we are the […]

Alone.

You feel pleasant. Pleasantly strange. Foreign, in all the imaginable ways, Isolation and regret Lace your fingertips. You tell me you like me like this. Alone.     You like, alone. You like to have me, to yourself. How lucky I am. How fortune, I am. To have someone like you.     ii. I […]

2018