Argument
The Mortal Disguises of Love
They were just passing mortals, but I called them signs from the heavens.
The unfamiliar
My Moon and My Sun
Among the shining lights, I saw the sun and the moon merged into one.
Argument
What I See in You Is What I Left in Me
Lately I’ve begun to feel invisible, still here but no longer seen. A disposable camera, once its film is developed, that is set aside and forgotten, even though it remains in plain sight. This morning, for the first time, I asked myself if perhaps I’m the one doing
Self-growth
Dances That Don't Return, They Echo
To honour what was meant to be awakened.
Sacred storytelling
A Jar Full of Tears
To the little girl I left behind. I see you now.
uncertainty
The Unraveling Rupture of Figuring It Out
We’re all addicted to something. Even the most ordinary things can hold us tight without us noticing. Love. Attention. People. The feeling of being needed. All of it. With that out in the open, I’ll say it simply: I’m an addict. To many things. But mostly, I’
choose yourself
Choose Yourself
No one else will