I laugh like nothing’s wrong, like my chest isn’t a storm wrapped in skin and silence. I walk through days as if I’m whole, but every step feels borro...Read more

Is dit nie mooi nie, hoe die branders bly probeer? Hulle soen die sand, al word dit elke keer verweer. Net soos ek, wat keer op keer my masker stywer ...Read more

I am more than my skin, though each morning it is the first scripture I am forced to read. I meet my reflection with a practiced softness, wishing the...Read more

Was it a name or a pattern that taught your nervous system to flinch at tenderness? You didn’t shatter loudly. You learned instead the quiet craft of ...Read more