I grew up by lakes and streams
Simpler things
People were
Quiet and
They didn’t pay you any mind
If you gave them no reason to

We lived
We breathed
We just

Now oceanside
These tides are different
Everyone moves fast
Like all they care about
Is being noticed
They lack
In purpose
In intent
In sincerity

Maybe bigger isn’t better

The freedom of no horizon
Seems fanciful
But where do you go
When you feel





The thought of your
Means more to my
Than I could ever 

Even if you have to
Fake it 
For a small moment
In time
I’d waste everything

Just to imagine you
Lighting up
My day


I’m a terribly unorganized person.

Rather, as it pertains to my own personal space, I’m a terribly unorganized person.

I don’t just mean in a physical sense, either. Sure, my room is typically messy. I’m talking from an emotional and mental standpoint, though. In both situations, I can throw together the illusion of tidiness pretty well.

The problem is: I usually just bury the clutter somewhere else.

With my room, I usually end up sticking things in boxes. You could accuse me of being over-sentimental, I wouldn’t argue. I have holiday cards from eons ago, tiny notes my mum leaves in the packages she has sent over the years, playbills, ticket stubs; I even have a sizeable collection of used Sky Train tickets. A lot of these things pile up, inevitably getting shoved into a box. Nothing really gets sorted, tidied, or addressed, just packed away for later.

Just like emotions.

I compartmentalize a lot of what goes on in my head. People and relationships come and go, and I rarely ever fully experience them. This usually leaves a looming sense of non-closure over my memories. Over-sentimentality doesn’t work well internally. After packing your emotional baggage, you’re supposed to move on. You’re supposed to empty that luggage, and fill it with more practical feelings.

The trouble is: being comfortable enough to show people your dirty laundry. It’s much easier to assume they’ll be turned off by the sight, rather than be the first to jump in to help you wash it.

I’ve got lots of bags, boxes, and suitcases to unpack. Some are tangible, which may be a good place to start. Others need a little more time, and probably a helping hand to tackle.

Anyone out there handy with a washboard?