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Contact me
I want to hear from you! Iād love your feedbackāletās make this better together! Hi there! Iām genuinely excited to hear what you think. Iām looking for honest, constructive criticism āwhat could I improve in my writing? What stands out? What falls flat? I want to grow, and your insight would mean a lot. Also,…
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Becoming
What major historical events do you remember? the time i changed. Iām not shrinking anymore.Not folding myself to fitthe quiet cornerswhere I used to disappear. This new stretch of roadāitās mine.Not paved by approval,not softened by compromise. Iāve stopped settling.Stopped trading my firefor someone elseās comfort.Stopped calling scrapsa feast. Iām not last in line.Not the…
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Inner scars
YOUā Im proud of you I hope you find a wayto set down whatās been breaking you.Not forgetājust loosen your gripon the weight thatās made your bones tired. I hope the memoriesthat once cut deepbegin to soften,like river stones worn smoothby time and tenderness. Youāve carried so muchfor so long.And stillāyouāre here.Still breathing,still building,still becoming.…
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The Disappearing
I donāt speak much these days.But insideāa storm.Not thunder,just the kind that tears quietly,without warning. Thereās a version of meburied deepāthe one who laughed without flinching,who believed the world was soft.But life kept asking meto be stronger than I felt,so I masked the truthand wore the smile. They see meālaughing, working,passing through the day.But they…
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hurts to soon
Why, I miss you, Mom.Why did you gobefore the sun had finished risingon all the days we still needed? Your laugh still lingersin the corners of my silence.Your handsāI still feel themin the way I hold the world gently,even when it hurts. They say time heals.But I think time just teacheshow to walk with a…
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Walk with meā¦
Iām often scared of my own words. Not because they lieābut because they donāt. They come out sharp,come out raw,come out knowing more than I do. They donāt ask if Iām ready.They donāt wait for courage. They just landālike truth always does.Heavy.Unapologetic.Mine. Iāve written things I wish I hadnāt.Not because they were wrong,but because they…
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Broken
Itās not the breakingthat unsettles me nowāitās the ease of it. How I can shatterwithout a sound,gather the fragmentswith practiced hands, and return to the worldsmiling,efficient,unseenā as if nothing ever crackedat all.
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why me ~
He is sadānot the kind that weeps,but the kind that sinksinto the marrow of silence. He is hurtānot by blades,but by glances,by the echo of doors that never opened. He is dyingānot all at once,but in slow, invisible ways,like frost creeping through the veins of a leaf. He is aloneāin rooms full of noise,in crowds…
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The Quiet Ones
āa nod to the unseen loyalty, the hush behind the noise, the ones that stand in the story and stay Contact Me Some clap loud when the lights are on,But vanish quick when the crowd is gone.Some speak sharp when youāre on your knees,But hush their tongues when you find your peace. Watch the ones…
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The Grace We Give
Respect aināt earnedāitās offered raw,like bread to mouths that never ask.Itās saying āGod blessā to the bitter ones,and meaning it, behind the mask. Itās nodding to elders lost in fog,whose ears donāt catch your tone or name.Still you speak with reverent hush,like theyāre kings in a forgotten frame.Even if they canāt hear the words,you say…
It comes to me like a shadowā I canāt see. Writing is my euphoria. Ride wild. ~~~
