plugged into my iPod under my umbrella in the rain

Nobody knows we were meant to arrive in somebody else’s life for reasons so obscure we speculate, and plunge into the same mistakes, putting a name, a cause, a title, a status allowing them to stay. I’m listening to your favourite overrated songs; button sunken from the days you’d hit replay. Plugged into my iPodContinue reading “plugged into my iPod under my umbrella in the rain”

letters to a young poet

“Have patience with everything that remains unsolved in your heart. Try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books written in a foreign language. Do not now look for the answers. They cannot now be given to you because you could not live them. It is a question of experiencing everything. AtContinue reading “letters to a young poet”