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
What I Am Good At
Starting to believe that there is more than one way to, and for, everything.
Horchata
Here comes a feeling you thought you'd forgotten.
On the hard edges
A testament to, and for, living far away from everything that feels like smooth-sailing.
Always this way
On the way we cry in front of strangers, and always end up back where we started.
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.
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.
