If there was anything else to drink, we would happily forget how the rain is made and never again believe in the colour blue.
Nothing like a horse
By the lake
In another life, all I would do is find new names for the colour green, and it would be enough.
On hope
On the world and now and all the things that have happened and still may.
On grief
The end of a world as we know it.
Becoming
I am still so much even as I am less and less.
A testimony
As good a time as any to write the way I knew I would one day come back to, and start from.
The seasons
There will always be time to dance from now on; it is that kind of season.
Oranges pt. 2
It’s not easy coming home.
Oranges
Speaking about sunshine and the ocean and not speaking about either.
On Mexico
The goodbyes keep on coming.
