The jewel in the feather-the line between empathy and self-sacrifice
Sometimes the tears feel like salt water in the back of your throat, the same way that the sea water feels when you jump off […]
Sometimes the tears feel like salt water in the back of your throat, the same way that the sea water feels when you jump off […]
I wake up so early, when the air is sharp, and the sky is still a muddle of watercolour blue and grey. I tiptoe across […]
I see you. Your head is pounding, like waves crashing into the shore, before dragging you back out again into the ocean, the air bubbles […]
I never thought that I would be sitting here, adapting to the modern movement of a digital landscape, but here we are. For context, I […]