Journey to The Moon

Let’s talk about a dog. You see, there’s a dog, a rabid dog. Even if this rabid dog is not really rabid and not really a dog, we will call it both things. This dog always has a hard time… Continue reading

Me pego pensando sobre a porta que se abriu a força diante de uma apatia enorme que sentia por mim. Uma apatia que se sentia por mim. Que você sentia por mim. Hoje vejo que você me parecia o melhor… Continue reading

I’d like to have a conversation about the things that happen in the places we don’t see. About the memories we never shared and the scars that healed without being acknowledged. I’d like to talk about the balconies with a… Continue reading

Tira, põe, deixa ficar. Faça de tudo que tem em mim um vazio de tudo daquilo que eu sinto falta e nunca vou conseguir saciar. Eu ainda vou acabar comigo mas antes disso preciso ter certeza de que nada fora… Continue reading

I’ve come to a state where my hands are in an on-and-off relationship between tearing apart and being too slippery for me to manage to hold a cup of water. My skin is peeling itself off daily to the point… Continue reading

Fora de mim é onde eu descubro o mundo. Não sei como te falar sobre isso mas não existe decisão mais importante do que escolher o tédio, espaços vazios e a descoberta da possibilidade de se tomar uma direção é… Continue reading

I wonder if somewhere just outside the corner of my thoughts the halves of my brain argue with each other. I wonder what they’d argue about if not about how much I can give in to so many things at… Continue reading

I think I’m about to break my record on how much time I spent without saying a word. Maybe it’s time I get back to talking *with* myself. But if that was easy maybe I would already have an easier… Continue reading

Why didn’t you ask more about me? I was trying to be the best that you ever had but I’m so many other things. There were so many other things that I wanted you to know. How come I didn’t… Continue reading

It seems inevitable. Every time I seem to get into a place where what I want and what is possible are both in the edge of possibility. I end up with nothing but anxiety, self-pity, shame and most importantly dread… Continue reading