I’m Afraid of the Ocean
I’m afraid of the ocean because what if it’s just me and the ocean?
The Closest Thing To Hate Is Love
It’s almost as if… if they don’t hate me, well did they ever love me in the first place?
To Miss A Place
Nostalgia, the sound you can’t hear, the smell you can’t sense, the memory is wholly ephemeral. If everything was permanent, everlasting, would it mean the same thing?
All I want is a big yellow tractor.
For as long as I can remember, it’s always been an unfortunate quality of mine to really, deeply want something. With two older siblings who always set the standard impossibly high, I never didn’t feel like there wasn’t something I couldn’t do, or I couldn’t have– no that's not right– nothing I couldn't want.
Anywhere New England
Anywhere America is concrete roads, outlet malls, fast food restaurants like Taco Bell, Jack in the Box, Panda Express, with bustling highways mere blocks from where you are.