there was something about the fall,the way the fallen leaves set the sidewalk on fire.all vanishing in just a matter of weeks. there was something about the way you showed up.gently and unexpectedly.with talks of what makes our hearts explodeand daydreams sketched inside notebooks,painting them in one-by-onelike our days were numbered. there was something about the chilled wine. the warm spaces.brisk walks and rose-stemmed conversations.blurry nights and the decision to stay up too late.dancing in the dark along cityscapes.string quartets, heart eyes, hitting send.only to become your latest trend. there was something about the spark,like a new candle and the…
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the sun found me in the warmest of winters.when it’s soft, subtle wink broke through the haze& brought me back to the place and timewhen your gaze met mine. i had never met your kind. someone who smiles with their eyes,& spray paints my name in pastel skiesmaking my heart beat yellow every time. then winter planted me somewhere new,hemispheres away from you,i was there, swaying along to our favorite songs.& there you were,growing flowers inside the walls of my heartall from miles of unsaid words apart. if it makes you bloom from the inside out,chase it patiently. i know…
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When you start doing something from the heart, you find a rhythm that feels natural and eventually, this becomes a part of who you are.
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These days, I’ve had a lot of thoughts strumming through my mind. Some days, I have felt like not enough and the thought of only being half daph to someone makes me shudder. It’s hard to put your hurt and confusion into words. It’s very human to want to pretty it up. I know because I’m sitting here, punching each key on the keyboard trying to make this sound all poetic. But being human isn’t always pretty; it doesn’t always look how we want. So today, I’ll just be a person with you. An honest one. Some days I think…
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In this moment I sit here with the windows of my studio apartment open, listening to the foot traffic and chatter of the world outside. The world out there is full of roaming homes, bodies with a story and faces with character. Every single one is a breathing miracle. I find it fascinating that every person I will come across today and every person I came across yesterday was created on purpose. Every single person so hugely distinct from the other. Complete with their own history, their own nostalgia and memories, their own cracks and desires. Each one bearing different…
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Traveling connects you with so many people. Every person you see and meet is one in 7 billion, and you get to share your life with them—even if only for a tiny moment. I was in the city observing people and I had a thought. It’s so easy to only look at people. To only see the shoes they’re wearing, the type of coffee they’re sipping, the color of their eyes. But it’s so much harder to stop and really look at them. To see them mid belly laugh and immediately be able to picture them cruising with the windows…
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It’s been a while since I posted, but the summer sun in Australia has kept me very busy in this bubble of a place. The past 10 weeks have not felt real and I am not entirely sure if it has hit me that I am living down under. All I know is that this time last year, when I was thinking about my next move, I never would have imagined I’d end up here. Since then, I have soared above the clouds back and forth across the world and this view has been enough to make my heart outgrow…