And then I realised, it was me who was unwilling to open up. I hadn’t been myself. No wonder my sense of self was being questioned by him. My sense of purpose. I hadn’t let anyone know who I am. But little did he know, I was everything and more. Not less. I was just waiting for him to meet me there with some gentleness. I held space
Jax ‘trax' explores things I guess most people shy from – like mortality, fragility, cancer; while also exploring the good in humanity and some of the fun stuff like love & laughter. It’s not escapism but reality that I’m interested in
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