Too. Much.

I know I can be too much I love too much, I think too much, I want too much It’s just that I don’t know how to feel less Because feeling too much is all I’ve ever known It’s in my blood, my nerves, my bones, my brains, my soul It’s my oxygen, my fuel, … Continue reading Too. Much.

April 30th ‘18

It feels odd, being back home again. The contrast between London and the place I grew up in is huge. Life is so safe here, so simple, so quiet. It might sound strange, but I miss the busy streets, the strangers, the feeling of being anonymous. I’m not saying that I like to feel lonely, … Continue reading April 30th ‘18