In the end, I did lay in bed, thinking just one thought. That thought kept repeating in my head like a mantra. It was raw desire. It was, “knock on my door and kiss me.”
My limbs were numb, my voice was cold, I couldn’t look him in the eye.
I didn’t want to live like him but I didn’t want to die.
I’m walking slowly up and down these roads watching the people working overload. A colony of ants too scared to … More
When I listen to Love On The Brain, I travel back 12,000 hours and 5,000 miles to Rome in the Spring of 2017.
My alarm beeps abruptly and wakes me from a slightly stressful dream and a well-deserved sleep. My brain is tired … More
Sometimes it hurts more than usual. The pain is particularly excruciating. It’ll probably be at the end of a good … More