It’s the process, maybe it’s an excess. Staring for hours, staying awake at night, sometimes it feels like a fight. I battle with words, colours, sounds and pictures. I write fiction and find myself in it. Lose myself in a labyrinth, disappear for days. It all happens because of fear. …

You’re a broken piece of glass Reflecting mistakes from the past Carrying on like you do But are you really you? Are you yourself or are you just a version of you that’s yours? With pieces glued together in a way Because you couldn’t take the fray For you backed …

I’ve always been scared of being seen. And I always wanted to be seen. Did you try to hide from others when you were a child? When there were other kids on the playground, would you just turn around and go home again? Were you quiet because others were insanely …