Paradise
Paradise is seldom a place of palms or pines, waves or peaks spelled out in glassy
Anxiety
Anxiety is one of those things. A word people throw around when they are feeling anxious
Am I?
I am why I’m not okay. So goes my singsong internal narrative. My fractured voice, me, the
Diagnosed
They say when you’re called a thing you gain power, control, you’re given passage to continue
White Noise
If you’re a words person, then this is for you.