I am not turning back even when it would be easy I stay in this exact place where I have chosen to remain and everything recognizes me....Read more

(if I were—) no (if I moved like a boy) I’d walk the streets without counting steps but I don’t I walk slowly while inside something runs keys between my fingers a small useless ...Read more

Take a cup of dawn — splash! ☀️ (gathered gently, still a little sleepy, but warm-warm) Add two spoonfuls of dreams — fluff fluff and a pinch of la-la-laaa 🎶 Stir round and round — swirl swirl with a teaspoon of light wind — whooosh! Pour a drop of laughter — ah-ah! hehe! and a tight hug — squee...Read more

We are not alone in the world, only human in the way we tell its story. The forest does not know its name, but it grows and holds us by the hand. It does not speak as we speak, but it lives, constant and slow. If a flower is lost in the meadow, the sky becomes a little lighter. And we, inside all of...Read more

Endless dawn the heart learns the light and becomes sky...Read more

Maria, I hardly know how to speak this, but it feels as though, at some point, the word “no” was taken from you. And still, you did not flee. You did something astonishing: you let something vast move through you, and it did not break you in two. Since then, I cannot think of you as merely someone...Read more

Old sea Breathes so slowly Among nameless thoughts... As if it had dreamed us before before...Read more

I might have missed this morning the kettle’s thin song, a crumb of light on the table, my name returning to me. By chance, by error, by grace, the world includes me again without explanation. I lift the ordinary day as if it were improbable How lucky we are! ...Read more

I am falling. Nothing extraordinary it happens even to leaves, which bear no guilt. And yet, in the brief descent, I learn the shape of the air: so precise, so indifferent....Read more

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