what if they walk awayand the fairytale never comes?will you cling to what isn’t there?or will you know an endingwhen you see the period firmly in place? what will you do when the day pours herself before youand all you can think of is the night?and the night, so full of promises, what if he leaves you empty?will you keep lying in the dark staring at the horizon,hoping the stars align to do the wishing?or do you cast your own? what if love stories are not about lovers,but tales of how we find ourselves?will you close the book and get…
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my skin remembers the subtle sting of your hand in mine stringing me along city sidewalks, like a pinky promise you weren't sure you'd keep. because you were never sure about me, which made me want to be sure about you. i wore my feelings like a favorite dressto your six-foot story building.explored every compartmentalized nook,finding similarities tucked underneath differences. showed myself around,following every butterfly and what-if.stumbled through this house of mirrors,looking for ways our imperfections could fit. enamored with every quirk,talking options over coffee. i was willing to take the chancebut you stayed on the fence,for the poetics of…
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Just when I thought I was getting the hang of this whole life thing, 2020 came and flipped the switch on us. As we begin a new year that will no doubt linger with the darkness and heaviness of last year, I find comfort knowing that deep down, we know what to do when we find ourselves in the dark. While 2020 won’t be missed, it’ll always be remembered for the challenge it was. It was a year of pure fear and discomfort. Of everything being thrown off balance and just trying to find footing somewhere that didn’t hurt. A…
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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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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…