I frost over
My words seep into your veins
Into your touches
When I'm sad, I snap
Sit by myself

They deserve more than fake grief, than empty gestures
than mourning people just because they are meant to

We mourn because we have lost someone,
what an utterly selfish thing

Of course, I realise that I am coarse and callow,
I deny others their pain while silently screaming at the world
I pretend that everything is fine,
so to not disappoint myself

Pain is always most tangible when brushed over in the periphery of our thoughts

This island princess
Do not touch her, you monster
She belongs to us

Every freckle, scar, tattoo
has it's place
It's somatic,
romantic
that something is with you until the end


n.v.

I think after this break
my body has forgotten how to hold the strain

and that's why I'm tired because all these responsibilities are piled back on with no adjustment


n.v.

you are nervous and anxious and tired and confused and that's okay.

What you need to do is just be kind. Laugh, let go of your worries.
Work, be productive.
Do things that will leave you happy in the long run, as well as the short.


Remember that life is short, although the worst days are long
and when you think back to these problems in two years
they will be dust.

n.v.

The ocean changes
As I ran past it was exciting, wild, choppy
It energised me and I
wondered whether I could do that

Change, one day be calm
And the next, enigmatic,
beautiful, interesting, crazy

And then I realise that the ocean still
abides by it's tides
And I will never be who I am not