I have a weird fantasy of being in a plane crash.
Every time I’m on a plane and it goes through turbulence,
my eyes grow wild and I smile uncontrollably.
There’s an incredible energy about the whole concept
- my body screaming through the atmosphere at 500 mph.
The absoluteness of the peril.
The plane banking at a wild angle;
I imagine the exhilaration of rushing towards the water,
my heart pounding in my chest with the excitement of a new world.

Death and life are deeply intertwined for me.
Death - both symbolic and literal - is a common theme in my writing. I’ve always felt the pull of something transcendent.
I think that’s why I often deal with themes that are a little less relatable; themes that often can’t easily be pinned down.
There are incredibly compelling emotions I feel
that I can’t seem to articulate outside of lyricism.
Emotions that seem to come from somewhere deep in the ether. Feelings that are so alien,
and yet eerily familiar and warm
Like cuddling with your lover at the bottom of the ocean;
Like a Christmas morning with your family on the surface of Jupiter.