HOPE ANYWAY

I am made of the things doubt is made of :Questions in the night Shadows gathered together as the light dimsBlurred lines and late-night musingsConfessions after the certainty wears off. The things I refuse to touch;the knowledge that I don’t know but make my home in the place of hope anyway.That edge between assurance and

REMEMBER THE GOOD…

Hello! It has been so long. Over a month in fact. I hope you’re all good. I won’t lie, the last month and a bit has been quite overwhelming between work and home and living. I’m sat in the office finalizing several things for a conference and it’s late. It’s been raining all day and

Me and Ocean Vuong ~Night Sky With Exit Wounds.

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