Ashley Mock

home is not the place I end up at the end of the day to sleep. home is in your care, driving listening to music while you hold my hand. home is on the couch, but with you holding me ever so tight, and...

your eyes remind me too much of the storm of a boy I used to love. and not because I still love him, but because his waves dismantled and destroyed the ship that was me. you ask me why I'm scared and ...

anxiety is a ghost but the haunting is constant, unexpected. like when you feel at peace and suddenly everything goes cold. almost as though your heart should stop but instead your heart is racing unc...

the cold air bites at your skin, even though the tears are hot and heavy on your cheeks. you know this feeling like the back of your hand. like riding a bike, its too familiar even after not riding it...

We've been running in opposite directions for 8 months. Parallel universe versions of us are ashamed at the distance we make on either side of the same city. You know that feeling where you believe I ...