I step back slowly, like returning to a room that no longer exists. The house is full of yellow light, glasses on the table, soft laughter that sounds like secrets. The men wear dark jackets and thin ties, sleeves rolled up as after a long day. The women wear loose dresses that spin when they lau...Read more

There are wars everywhere. But no one seems to have the time to really notice. Everyone says I should care, that I should be involved, present, engaged. But the truth is I don't even know how to exist in a world that doesn't know how to exist itself. I feel like an empty chair in a room where eve...Read more

1. I love silence and stars... Because they remind me how small I am— and how infinite I can be. You only get one heart, but every dream you chase, every night you survive, teaches it a new rhythm. Each scar is a story, each tear— a seed for tomorrow. One soul isn’t enough. So I break, and rebuild, ...Read more

some nights i just want to tell someone that the moon looked really pretty or that i made it through the whole day without crying. but there’s no one to tell. so i whisper it into the silence, like maybe the walls have ears and maybe they care. i feel so lonely in the kind of way that makes songs ...Read more

The words lie still, like dirty dishes in the sink. Silence sits between us and chews the air, slowly. Nothing moves, not even breath: we are two rooms connected by a locked door. And I think: maybe a heart that holds back is louder than one that screams. ...Read more

Can you be brave if your hands don’t shake? If the sky isn’t a little too high, the floor a little too far? Would courage taste the same without that pinch of panic on your tongue— the kind that makes you want to run, but stay? Maybe fear is just the salt on bravery’s fries, the glitch that makes ...Read more