postit note from a confidant, circa mid 2000’s - found it the other day. my definition of ‘making it’ has changed many times over the years. i’m still on my journey. i’m yet to make it.

hollow ground

i took a shortcut through the cemetery. only to realise there was no way out except for the entrance. looking at the dates on the gravestones, we are only here for a short period. who will remember us when we are gone? what impact did we have? 

i never look before i leap. i need to work harder now.


damaged but adorable. damaged but acceptable. damaged. who the fuck cares. its beautiful.