There are journeysthe bodywas never meantto survive.Still;I would have gone.Not because I was lost.But because some…

There are treesthat spend whole wintersbelievingthey have forgottenhow to bloom.Until spring arrives;and reminds themthey never forgot.The…

There is a griefI never knew existed-to watch the personyou would build a home insidestill searchingfor…

Nobody tells youthat a heart breakingis not a metaphor.It arriveslike fever.My chestgrew impossibly warm,as though someonehad…

This morning,I watched my teateach me somethingit had no intentionof saying.Across its surface,small constellationsof creamwandered slowly,curling…

To be loved by meis to slowly forgetthat you ever had to apologizefor taking up space,or…

My bed still smells like you.Not faintly;not like a memorythat has begun surrendering itself to time.It…

I spent yearsasking the wrong question.Not,“What kind of lifewould make my soulcome alive?”But,“Which choiceguaranteesI will not…

There was a seasonwhen deathdid not arriveas a monster.It arrivedas permission.A quiet invitationto stop carryingthe unbearable…

The world has always spoken to youin the language of urgency.Carry more.Be stronger.Do not break.Keep everyone…