An untouched pencil lies perfect, unbroken, and useless. It fears the blade, the small violence of becoming sharp, but without it no word is born. T...Read more

Will they accept me if I say this— that the genius who says “I know everything” and the fool who says “I am always right” stand closer than they think...Read more

My dad yells, not at the world, not at fate, but at me, at me for being here while he throw his broken pieces at the ones he loves. I love him, I do...Read more

Time is slipping And I don't know where it's going Today feels unfinished And tomorrow is already tapping It's a new year in a day But my heart i...Read more