Welcome to my personal blog where observations turn into expression and silence into language. A place where I stop narrating life in my head and start placing it out into the world. Writing for me is deciding to participate in my own life. A decision to document what I think and question, and what I’m unlearning and becoming. This is the journey of practice to being fully present in my own story. Ultimately, this blog is for the love of writing. Thank you, and I hope you enjoy!
Two more days was all too many. Eleven elevens told me to leave. Twenty and Six years. There’s no say to who I’d be.
Clarity’s arrival allows groundedness for expansion that’s structured to strengthen the mind, body, and spirit; not into arbitrary aesthetics, but into something emblematic of maroonage. Inwardly, intimacy betwixt…
I recoiled at what was asked of my body.Desire twisted into something foreign and crude.My spirit learned the language of disgust. My breath shortened inside your expectations.My growth…
He took up so much space in my mind and heart that when he left, the first thing I noticed was the quiet. I was no longer bracing…
I see now that life is truly what you make it. It’s the never-ceasing synthesis of all that’s above into all below. Quality upon quantity super adds this…
Overriding my spirit with artificiality, silenced all truth it tried to speak. There are many stories I’ve fostered about myself and life as a whole that I lost…