this pull is more than just gravity.

It's a well known fact we all descend from stardust. What's to stop us from going back? {because I'm in love with the sky}

you are a tidal wave and she is constantly out of reach.

Let me be vital. / I want to burn myself out. #39 Poetry - 11/6/16.

the kind of poems you only write when it's raining and 3am. book cover design by @_wacKo x

i burn under the moon.

"they told us that we needed therapy, as if medication and tainted words could fix broken toys."

A collection of tragedies of sorts, of demons or angels (whatever you'd fancy to call them) that lurk and/or gleam in my mind. Written when the moon's dreary and the sun's near awakening. Obnoxiously metaphoric, subtly inspirational. © Jake Sullivan, 2014