i like to sing

At eleven years old, I opened up a journal and wrote down some thoughts. I decided simply writing out the words didn’t bring the truest depth to what I was feeling, so I started to sing them.

Vancouver, BC | an ode to summer sunshine

“BIKE RAVE. BIKE RAVE. BIKE RAVE.” Stef yells as we barrel through the streets of Gastown and the downtown Eastside. We’re dressed like hooligans in neon spandex with glow sticks tied to the spokes of our bikes. For an instant, I wonder “what the heck am I doing?!” …Before I’m overcome with the maddening desire…