stockholm syndrome
love me less but love me a long time.

secret project, trailer #2


in the waves i’ve lost every trace of you,
where are you?

a million mile from home, i’m walking away
i can’t remind your eyes, your face.


ready to start the conquest of spaces, expanding between yoü and me.


i’m not writing about you. i wrote you.

i’m just having trouble wrapping my head around the reality of this situation. 

kiss me, you idiot.

one may read this and think it’s magic, but falling in love is an act of magic, so is writing.

all the same, i cannot help but write this for her, to tell her “i’m sorry for every word i wrote to change you, i’m sorry for so many things. i couldn’t see you when you were here and, now that you’re gone, i see you everywhere”.

scotty, go potty.