On the way we cry in front of strangers, and always end up back where we started.
Always this way
Somewhere like nowhere
On a city that burnt and stung and laid me bare.
An evolution
On writing a record of it all, even when it feels like treason.
The quiet comeback
For the truest kind of love, and finding a way back to something better.
On being lion-hearted
On how we are never only one thing at once, and what we give up to get where we're going.
On letting go
On the way things only ever change, and the fleeting belief that we even had it at all.
On what it might take
On making peace with not knowing quite who to be.
The way water feels
On the weather and learning new lessons from old mistakes.
On Paris
On the way I’m never really telling the truth when I speak about Paris.
