May you fall in love with someone who makes your soul sing, like a melody that dances on the breeze of a spring morning. Someone whose very presence turns the mundane into magic, whose laughter is the sweetest symphony that echoes in the chambers of your heart. May you find a love that feels like the first rays of dawn, gently warming your spirit and illuminating the darkest corners of your being. A love that is a constant reminder of the beauty in the world, a love that inspires you to be the best version of yourself. May this person … Continue reading A Love That Makes Your Soul Sing

The word “ugly” nullifies. It is a diagnosis: it is terminal. The word “ugly” says, you have no place in this story, except on the margins, except as a warning. Calling a child ugly: a sensitive human animal is to make them small, to diminish their existence with a grotesque comment. Meanwhile, dead writers tell us that beautiful girls are snow and flowers – all pale, pure, brief, voiceless. And yet the world is and always has been incorrigibly varied. Drunk on its own complexity. There are types of beauty not celebrated, but sung by life. The beauty of the … Continue reading The Beauty of Imperfection

A date that seems to float in the ether, untethered by specifics, yet heavy with meaning. Tonight, you are called to return to yourself, to that pure essence that once existed free from the imprints of others. Imagine a time when you were a child, or perhaps lost in a dream. In those fleeting moments, you were unburdened by the world’s expectations. You knew that having what you wanted felt good and made your life better. There were no issues of worthiness, deserving, or doubt. There was just peace and contentment. Babies are born knowing to seek comfort, love, connection, … Continue reading August something, 2012.

Time, an eternal river, flows ceaselessly, never aging, yet always moving forward. We were twelve, now eight, siblings bound by shared histories and dreams, each moment etching strength and persistence into our souls. Life was a labyrinth of complications and hardships, but within our unique world, we found solace in each other. Our stories, like ancient tiles in a mosaic, pieced together the essence of our being. The relentless grind of daily life forged us into true citizens, deeply rooted in the soil of existence. The old man, with his rough hands and stern lessons, taught us resilience: never to … Continue reading Eternal Bonds and Resilience

When did the skin on our bodies, the difference in our voice, or the direction our heart takes us decide whether or not we should have human rights? That question echoes like a drumbeat through history—steady, haunting, unrelenting. It was not asked when ancient hands first reached out to help a stranger. It was not asked when children laughed in languages unknown to one another, yet understood through play. It was not asked when love bloomed in defiance of borders, norms, or expectations. But somewhere along the way, someone decided that pigment was power. That accents were ammunition. That love—if … Continue reading Our Humanity

When it is but it is not love, it masquerades as passion, a fervent flame that consumes rather than warms. Some of us love badly, or perhaps we mistake the intensity for love. This love implodes, folding in on itself, devouring its essence. It turns the sweetest wine into the bitterest poison, misbehaving in the sanctity of shared spaces. It drinks deeply from the well of insecurity, kisses strangers with lips that should be faithful, and returns to your bed at ungodly hours, reeking of the world outside. This love asks about your past, not out of curiosity, but jealousy. … Continue reading August 28, 2014

When longing no longer found solace in waiting, farewell whispered its silent departure. My body, once a vessel of vibrant life, now stood empty, a hollow shell devoid of its Soul. In this void, I poured my loneliness into words, each syllable a fragment of my solitude. I became an urgent poet, driven by the pain that time had bestowed upon me. Every moment of suffering transformed into verses, each line a testament to the ache that had become my constant companion. Through this pain, I found my voice, a voice that spoke of longing, loss, and the relentless passage … Continue reading A Poet’s Journey

Some days, she dons the armor of a warrior, her spirit fierce and unyielding. She faces the battles of life with a strength that seems unbreakable, her eyes burning with determination. On these days, she is a force to be reckoned with, a beacon of resilience and courage. Yet, there are days when the weight of the world bears down on her, and she feels like a broken mess. Her heart aches with the scars of past wounds, and her spirit falters. Tears may fall, and doubts may creep in, but even in these moments of vulnerability, there is a … Continue reading The Warrior Within

Listen, my dear, Life, like a fragile bird, perches upon your shoulder. It is precious, fleeting—a delicate dance of moments. You must grasp each one, every little whiff of existence that passes by. It will not be easy; certainty eludes us. Not now, and not in the vast expanse of your unimaginable future. But do not be surprised. Instead, embrace the stiff winds that sweep across your path, and ascend the lonely heights with courage. Remember your name. Etch it into the fabric of your being. Never turn away from the bright course simply because it is hard. No, my … Continue reading Watch Everything

Every morning, as the first light spills gently across the room, I want to rise with a heart so full it nearly bursts. My goal is simple, yet profound: to wake up feeling overwhelmingly thankful for the kind of life I’ve created for myself. Not just grateful in passing, but deeply, soulfully aware of the beauty I’ve built—brick by brick, choice by choice. I want to stretch into the day knowing that peace lives in my bones, that joy isn’t something I chase but something I’ve cultivated. That the people around me, the work I do, the quiet moments and … Continue reading Grateful