People that I love. And people that I don’t. Pieces and puzzles. Symbols I can’t make sense of. An overwhelming sense of nostalgia. Hunger and hopes and dreams and a nightmare that I don’t seem to be able to shake. Because three and a half years later and too often I find myself thinking of waves and weddings and whether it will all come crashing down.

And so I write. To capture the stories. To captures the moments. To capture the brilliance and the perfection. Seeking to make sense of it all. Searching for the perfect sentence. Trying to create something that captures a moment perfectly.

I hope you enjoy it.