Welcome to the last year of this textual/visual diary. Exploring words, spaces and aesthetics. 

Smother

Smother

I forgot most things about this place. So much of it was buried deep under, that it looked pretty and calm on the surface. The insides were boiling in restlessness but I couldn’t tell from the cool exterior of it all. It was only upon arrival that the reality slowly started to sink in and I could feel whatever was lurking underneath. It felt wrong, so wrong, and my thoughts couldn’t help but wonder whether I had made a mistake. 

Why was the ground shaking beneath me, and why did it all of a sudden feel so small and claustrophobic?

I escaped to the shore and laid there hoping for some sort of answer from the heavens above. The heavens opened and started to pour down my tears found comfort in their cousins and it wasn’t long before they followed in line. Was this how it was always meant to feel? Was this how it was meant to end?

'lay your cards out'

'lay your cards out'

Dublin | Poem

Dublin | Poem