I wrote this when I was 17 and absolutely stuck. I'm now in a job I love and I feel like me, so reading this back made me happy and sad.

You make the setting sun look insignificant. You make a huge clap of thunder sound like a pin being dropped in an empty hall.

Wrote this on a very long plane journey

The tide of your breathing Your waves crashing on my neck

I believe that it's true That everyone has a soulmate

I don't feel very lovely

You're the light. You are my sound, my muse.