There are moments in my life where I remember I am simply a memory of sky. Isn't it fitting then, that Saturn in Pisces, poured water and flooded - both drowned and quenched - what I had done with my life?

For my late grandmother.

A note on the past few months

I'm still here. And while I'm still here, I keep wondering why - why keep going?

I am writing tonight in reflection of love.

I've spent so long watering the garden of others. I've spent too long wondering if the grass is really greener on the other side.

I’ve realised I’ve been building a life, just not the one I really wanted for myself.