top of page

Strings Were Attached 

​

How do you end something that never started?

 

How do you feel for something that never actually happened? Like a glitch in time, accidental and short lived.
 

Yet easily fixed, by starting over.

The Unknown

 

The scariest thing on this planet.

​

It is the reason why we overthink things,

 

the reason why we doubt ourselves,

 

the reason why we orbit around suspicion.

​

But if you knew everything,

 

would you be better off?

 

If you knew every person’s next action,

 

every player’s next move,

 

where would all the anticipation go?

 

Would you thrive less because you know it all?

Somewhere else

 

In another life, I’m a girl who bungee jumps off bridges with some random people she met at a bar one day.

 

Someone who travels to places our MacBook wallpapers were taken at.

 

I’d be a girl who rides behind someone on a motorcycle across Europe,

 

Stationing myself in Greece for a few months and then travels across South Asia for four.

 

I’d jump off planes, 

earn to sail,

and to surf.

 

I’d make money off these adventures, documenting them every step of the way,

 

but not to a point where I lose my solitude.

 

The world would be my family.

bottom of page