Atlas

I see the weight of the world tucked between your shoulder blades, Watching as with each laboured breath it begins to cascade, Down through your spine, It’s seeps beneath your skin, Until you cannot manage to define what is without from what is within. Your eyes are looking heavy, But that’s not most of all,…

Wordless Silence

There is a sort of poetry to silence, when all of life has come to a tranquil halt and we are left with only our own contemplations for company. We never truly experience silence in a natural sense however, as no matter how much we prepare our surroundings the bustle of life still occurs around…

Within Ourselves

There seems to me that we experience a strange kind of revolution when we progress through our 20s; it feels as if we go from a point of naivety in which we feel the world is golden beneath our feet into a sort of organisational purgatory. A place where the ground we walk upon is…