Little Things.

I see you in the little voids I will never be able to fill. Everything screams you were wrongbut so was I and I want so badly to forget who we were and forget that clocks exist. I feel you in between the moments of resting and wakingbut there are things I will never tell … More Little Things.

Plagues

My brother is an addict. When I was in high school, he lived with us in our mid-sized, split level home tucked away in a cozy cul-de-sac. I remember my mom begging him to stop, I remember police officers knocking on our door, I remember finding needles in his room while looking for good CD’s … More Plagues