Ecclesiastes

To the boy I had loved before

I hope this letter finds you well. I don’t mean to open old wounds, and I’m not sure whether this is appropriate. I feel like the conversation we had on the train ride home was somewhat cut short and I was happy to leave it there, but maybe it was because I buried it underContinueContinue reading “To the boy I had loved before”

Under the Sun

For someone who thinks time goes too fast, It’s going way too slow. The cowardly sun retreats Behind clouds for days, Leaving me here, in bed, Staring at the ceiling Wishing for the day to end. I don’t want to work, It’s raining outside And I can’t bring myself to Put on a customer serviceContinueContinue reading “Under the Sun”