I am who I am
My first poem I AM WHO I AM I am who I am because of what I missed. I am who I am because I exist. I am who I…
Reflections
These are personal reflections on my experiences, the lessons I’ve learned, and what I notice in everyday life. I tend to notice small things: patterns, habits, and changes in how we think or move through the day. This is where I write about them and how they shape my understanding of myself and others.
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What We Cannot See
I came across René Magritte’s painting The Lovers recently, and something about it stayed with me. At first, it seems simple. Two people are kissing, but their faces are completely…
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Ordinary Places
It’s strange how quickly a place can stop being just a place. One day it’s simply somewhere you happen to visit. You walk through the aisles, sit by the window,…
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Grief
I used to think grief belonged only to death. When I was younger, I believed grief was something we experienced only after losing someone forever. I watched my grandmother slowly…
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Looking at Myself Through the Stars
Recently, I found myself reading through my birth chart. Whether astrology is something you believe in or simply another way of reflecting on yourself, it has a way of asking…
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Why I Still Take Photographs
Photography has been a part of my life for as long as I can remember. My love for photography began when I was young, when I received my first camera…
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Disappearing Connections
There are some nights when sleep no longer feels complete. You wake up suddenly, unsure whether you were dreaming or remembering something your mind never fully let go of. Last…
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Before Anything Has Happened
There are certain thoughts that come quietly, without warning. They don’t arrive all at once. They come one at a time, and they stay longer than they should. Sometimes it…
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Small Things That Still Matter to Me
There are certain things I notice without trying. They are small, and most people would probably overlook them, but they stay with me. Clean glasses, for example. If there is…
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Redirecting Stress, Quietly
I don’t avoid stress. I redirect it. It took me years to understand the difference. Stress doesn’t disappear. It stays—quietly, consistently, in the background of everything. What I’ve learned is…
