bienvenue au fucking Canada!

“I pick up my journal, mug, and granola bar wrapper, look up to the sky, and cur…”

“I wonder how much we don‘t see. How much of our lives we witness and accept as …”

“The late-night backyard encounter and kiss induced insomnia.”

“Like the stars, fading with the halo of the vanishing moon. Like the ocean, fal…”