I envy those whose hands can hold beauty— within, and with them— how it stays, how it glows for them. Once, I held a Sun in my hands— radiant, alive,...Read more

The sting may fade, the ache subside, The sharpest edges, time will hide. A gentle word, a whispered plea, Can mend the breach, set spirits free. The ...Read more

I’ve been thinking lately if I were gone, what would happen after? Who would be the last person to sit beside my grave? Would it be my best frien...Read more

I’m a poet, an artist, a rebel I’m a child too grown up, a teenager too childish. And by the end of the day, I’m a big nobody, just another word in my...Read more