Fəˈmɪlɪə

The sun heard me blame you and call you a monster then it tag teamed the moon, who held me as I cried, guilty for what I’d done. With all our fucking creativity, neither of us could dream up one good reason to stay together.

Que Sera, Sera

The people around me have looked loss in the eye – lost friends, family and even themselves. And if after all that, they can sit here singing so carefree, I start to wonder which future I’m so worried about.

How it was sweet

I wake up. It’s a new day, I walk to the kitchen and among all the bustle, make myself coffee. I know when I start living by myself, this won’t be as simple. In an empty apartment, the coffee grinder will become my morning kiss. So I continue pouring as I take in the noise….