Not every relationship is meant to work, but there are those that don’t but you deeply regret all the same.

I don’t want to just trickle with God’s presence, I want to burst.

Poem.

Candle wax that dribbles down the sides to its pending death.

On what it would be like if love was forever renewed over and over again like a fresh scent to awaken your senses over and over again. And you would never grow old with it.

What happens when you stretch yourself too far? Is there such a thing as too much success?

A boy is trapped in a lift with a claustrophobic neighbour. Will the lift mechanic arrive in time, or will they suffocate..?

A place my emotions try to take me. It could be called straight jacket.

One womans love for a man.