Books have always been an escape for me. I started reading at a very young age, and I can’t recall not having a book tucked under my arm wherever I went. It was the same in school and I’d end up spending an entire recess reading books while my friends…

just tired I’m just tired. of pretending to be happy all the time. tired of pretending that everything’s okay. sometimes it is and sometimes it isn’t. so why is it so hard to say I’m not okay? I’m tired of keeping everything in all the time. all the anger and…

With Covid-19 now a global pandemic, couples getting married put everything on hold Most people dream of their wedding day being the one moment of their lives that is captured perfectly; with flowers, lavish decor and tables filled with food. The new strain of coronavirus, Covid-19, has left a devastating…

Hello everyone! I’ve been posting on this platform for a good 4 or 5 years now, and I never really took the opportunity to introduce myself. I thought I’d start today by showcasing some of my past short films and commercial videos that I’ve worked on and am really proud…

Origins He didn’t know why he hated the moon. Her infuriatingly gentle ways, her sickeningly patient smiles. The manner in which she would shine her light on the weary ones, guiding them home, made him frustrated. …

there’s a feeling that always starts in the middle of my chest. It burns like a yearning for something i’ve lost, or have yet to find. it makes me think of the past and the present and i long for simpler times. for dark forests, with lush greenery and cool…

It starts off with a creak. A silent one so quiet, you see rather than hear it. Then a grey blur so small, it creeps up on you. The whisper of darkness calls out to you.

“Tell me something real. Something no one else would know about you. Tell me the story of you.” “Are you sure you can handle that? There’s some pretty dark, heavy stuff in the deepest recesses of my soul.” “I wouldn’t be with you if there wasn’t.” “Tell me a lie…

whispers in dark corridors LOUD SLAMS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT hushed snickers, hurried glances BRIGHT SMILES AND FAKE LAUGHS Voices getting softer LOUDER soft soft SO LOUD I SCREAM shush, shush. It’s okay. NO. I PROMISE I’M FINE. Hush now, I’ll make the pain go away.. Broken pens and stubby erasers. Notebooks filled with inky words that make sense to me, only me. Photos so faded that only memories will outgrow them, memories that will too fade with time.