Warm Hands, Cold Body (Short Poem)
It’s been a year since I’ve been here last. It’s the same house but a different room. Trees outside are covered in snow. A small river fights against the cold. Ice breaks
Saying Goodbye
We truly are heroes of procrastination when it comes to having conversations about the future. We always knew that the day I stay in Berlin while you fly
My BF dared me…
I don’t remember how this happened but I'm certain we weren't sober. Anyway, around 10PM my man dared me to write a blog post about this night. Like,