The Lights Are Off In My Head

I’m writing this from somewhere low, where basic thoughts don’t land, where tomorrow feels too far away, and today won’t leave my hands. My head feels like a cave inside, cold walls and dripping…

When The House Goes Quiet

When The House Goes Quiet Single Art - Chris Rewired

I wait till the house is quiet, that’s when I let myself crack. No shouting, no scene, just me with the mask pulled back. On the sofa staring through nothing, while the room throws…

Two Blokes In One Skull

Two Blokes in One Skull Single Art - Chris Rewired

There are two blokes in my head, neither knows what the other said. One speaks routine, rules and facts, the other throws fireworks into the gaps. One wants the same mug, same chair, same…

Built With Strange Parts

I was never “normal”, whatever that means, just a kid with a loud head and torn up jeans. Sat alone with my toys, making worlds on the floor, while everyone else seemed to know…

Four Weeks of Turmoil

Four Weeks of Turmoil Single Art - Chris Rewired

The house felt dead. The future had fucked off. A decade of love reduced to boxes, quiet rooms and one final door being shut. I stood there carrying all of it, like someone had…

When Survival Finally Stopped

A week ago I stood in a room and read your life out loud. My brother. My mate. My own blood in a coffin while I tried not to break in front of the…

The Caged One’s Still Awake

2am Monday morning, smashed and half folded, eyes like piss holes, brain overloaded. About to hit bed, but I don’t feel like me, like my head’s left the room and my body’s still drinking…

For The Men Who Say They’re Fine

For The Men Who Say They're Fine Single Art - Chris Rewired

This for the men who laugh too loud when the room goes quiet and dark, the ones who say “I’m sound, mate,” with a riot in their heart. The ones who fix everybody else…

AuDHD, With A Heart That Won’t Sign Off

AuDHD, With A Heart That Won’t Sign Off Single Art - Chris Rewired

I hit forty and the mask came loose, not gentle, not clean, not nice, more like life grabbed the zip at the back and ripped the bastard twice. All them years acting normal, smiling,…

8 Months to Heavy

8 Months Too Heavy Single Art - Chris Rewired

I’ve had eight months that should’ve come with a warning, not a little bad patch or some character forming. The sort of months that sit on your chest, then ask why you’re not breathing…