When I was younger, my mother used to call me “Eeyore.” Everywhere I went, I would carry this lonely, black raincloud and let it pour over me until my mood was as grey as the droplets hitting me in the face. “Don’t be such an Eeyore,” she would say, “things will always get better.” “I’m… Read More Raincloud


Okay, Let’s be honest. Is this the friendship you promised? Sharp chords lacking, Slacking the ties broken upon us. Too long ago to remember, Too soon to forget, How the bonds that we broke, Built the bridges back wet. Now they’re dripping with grease, Palms placed in hands, Burning more than just bridges, Stop burning… Read More Dissonance