November Sides

Dreaming of a Malibu summertime in the dreary urban rain. I don't know how I felt about you last night but I have to keep it moving on in the morning Always. Lately I've seen through the canvas of your eyes, the mirror in your lies, the distance between our lives. You don't have to … Continue reading November Sides


Scorpio List // Burning One

You are the luckiest girl alive. We had our innocence then. Conquered the world every time I smiled, Now I don’t smile as often. I don’t see you at all anymore. I rarely pray but I just pray that you’re well. What if you cried every night? Below the moon and the sky, I’ll burn … Continue reading Scorpio List // Burning One


The subtexts of my actions and intentions are that of generational minority struggles and a love/hate relationship with the universe and everything it’s given me. It connects me with my closest friends who share similar contexts and ideas. As I finish another listening session of Kamasi Washington’s “The Epic” album, I’ve come to accept that … Continue reading LET


Late 2015 - Early 2016. A time of my life where I found new infatuations for people and art, I got caught up in the daze of the years' Summer madness too. At the time, Kamashi Washington's The Epic became the soundtrack to myself discovering a new solace, comfort, and also accepting the terms of … Continue reading Recurrence


I was doing an all-nighter for a research essay tonight, Until I got caught up listening to Frank Ocean's White and thought about you through the sliding strings of John Mayer and melancholic echoes of the bass and drums too. After I heard about your passing, I called up a few friends on my landline … Continue reading Cynthia


You should've seen it. Nothing happened, In fact, It was just another rainy night in the city, But there was something about tonight's ambiance That you just had to see. You should've seen me tonight. I moved on. I walked up and down Queen street with Callum, looking for some cheap takeaways for dinner. There's … Continue reading Acknowledgement

Way Back When

I've been thinkin' bout her now and then. Sadder daze and Saturdays. I wonder if she's even seen me goin' thru it. I'm hoping everything's okay. I'm back to the introvert I always really was. Listening to old-school R Kelly, and Roberta Flack. Nobody said I could quit, You and I know I'm not addicted … Continue reading Way Back When