writing

one time someone asked me what my one great love is, the thing i couldn't not do as long as i'm alive, and my answer was writing

a matter of time [narrative]

hope as a carousel

“to live, then, is a matter of time, of timing.”

“to live, then, is a matter of time, of timing.”

what it means to be free [narrative]

and how to come back tomorrow

“maybe I’m scared of what it would feel like to come home to the same four walls.”

“maybe I’m scared of what it would feel like to come home to the same four walls.”

unlikely lovers [narrative]

inevitability, musical theatre, and what it feels like to create again

“meeting you was unlikely. Meeting you was inevitable.”

“meeting you was unlikely. Meeting you was inevitable.”

running yourself ragged [narrative]

on letting things be what they are

“at a certain point, the more you try to do, the less you really live.”

“at a certain point, the more you try to do, the less you really live.”

this will last forever [narrative]

finding home in the spaces between

“i kind of hate falling in love. I kind of think it’s the only thing we can do.”

“i kind of hate falling in love. I kind of think it’s the only thing we can do.”

anchored [narrative]

where does love sit in you?

“tonight, everyone is okay, holding onto one another.”

“tonight, everyone is okay, holding onto one another.”