London writer inviting psychic exploration into the human condition.

Out.

I ask myself if depression has set in as I roll out of bed at 5pm
And I wasn’t sleeping, just laying there blocking out the light wanting to do nothing

It’s dark out, I’ve missed the daylight
I was meant to clean today but that is not gonna happen
It’s unrealistic

My sis is still here
One more person I’d have to navigate around
One more loud aggressive voice
One more possessive presence
Despite her good intentions, she is a destroyer of the peace I so long for

And so I’ll stay in my room I suppose
With my cats
And I’ll lose sense of time
Let the hours roll by
And I’ll stay with my music and transcend this plane
Coz there is nothing here for me

I’m out.


The Dependable.

Inadequate Love [Pt. i]