It used to say here this a safe space, but it’s not. You have come to a place where safety is not guaranteed, my head & thoughts are far from it. I welcome you to my omnipresent chaos – I promise to keep it short, sweet, and laconic (for the most part).
- Requiem for the sourceFor a long time i didn’t have the space to be myself Self determination (inside the house and the safe space of my personal bubble) was far from my reality Only something that i could taste during my dreams Or half experience through my writing Someone was sitting on my chest without my consent restricting… Read more: Requiem for the source
- Do Angels Speak?I carry my heart in my stomach My thoughts on my chest My disappointment in my second mouth Tired of trying Tired of not trying Tired of starring at the walls, my phone, the ceiling, the face in the mirror Tired of starring and not moving Must I always ask my right foot permission to… Read more: Do Angels Speak?
- Love letter to my future bestieLove letter to my future bestie Photo by Park Troopers on Unsplash Monday, June 3, 2024 I am going to spare you from calling you ‘dear’. That word is simply weird. Let me get straight to the point: On Tuesday we would have breakfast together. I would ask you how slept and try to… Read more: Love letter to my future bestie