Once more, with feeling..

Oh, how I build tragedies and demises before they ever occur. Within a day, I have lived 14 lives, and three deaths. I have been Romeo, I have been Juliet, I have been a dreamer and an architect of my own apathy. I think in sounds and images, and I dream of a space in time where I can be whoever it is, I might truly be.

I don’t know if you’re thinking of letting me go. But in the silences in-between, I imagine it has already ended, and I slip into a place of endless goodbyes and kisses from yesterday.

And then, babies are born..