Fragments from my mind.
I have learnt that you are the freest when you are most vulnerable. I want to be authentic, maybe not completely transparent, but opaque. This collection explored pieces written, right then when it was raw and fresh and testing my will. This collection belongs to the times and places and people who have left me with so much emotion I couldn’t be stoic, yet didn’t feel the need to euphamise in order to continue breathing. Although they may be muddled and clustered and sporadic; each sentence, word, letter, is me at my most real. As another moment occurs, another work will be written, the result: an archive of collateral beauty.
“To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else - means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting.”
— E.E Cummings
Angel.
To the boy who helped me feel again. Thank you, even for the hurt, as it is better to feel pain than nothing at all.
Cover art: https://www.pinterest.com.au/pin/702702348083669445/
Pieces.
At the beginning of my final year of schooling my heart fell once again. What started as an innocent curiosity has led to a dangerous game between heart and mind, pride and promise. Enjoy my finger tracing my keyboard in the mere hours of the morning, longing to be intertwining with his instead.