Short collection of poems and essays about love, life, and pain during my travel.
Here’s my heart and my thoughts, I hope it helps one or two humans dealing with that thing called, cancer.
Here, please take on the world I beg you. Let it be your playground.
In a space where you are floating and nothing is certain but your breath. Get out of your head and into your spirit.
I tried to paint a picture of this old city, surrounded by a fortress, made up of a giant bricked wall. I tried to draw it with words, similar to all the poems I wrote. For you.
It leaves me in chaos–raw, unfiltered, and wild. And when it does, I feel most free. Then, I will do it all over again.
Own your shit. Fix your shit.Get over your shit. And clean your shit. So you can stop eating shit for breakfast.
We face a few real environmental issues that hit us close to home.
Finding love, falling in love, or however you want to describe your search for love, is like traveling. The best part is planning.
Letter for the yogi in me: How the F*ck do you yoga off the mat?
Carry your weight and always move with kindness.