I write, and my writing follows a pattern.

I live in a constant state of anxiety, a feeling of impending doom that seems unshakeable and unquakeable. The world is ending, and I focus on this in my writing.

I tend to write a mixed genre of literature and it’s just whatever comes to mind. I like to draw focus to abandonment, the climate (which I speak of through metaphor, mostly), loneliness, the bond between men, the bond between siblings and the bond between the different aspects of oneself.

My name is Leo Diarmuid Grey, I’m Irish and I would love you to give some of my pieces a read. Constructive feedback is always admired.

Please note that there are several triggering mentions and a lot of dark entries.