Live your truth, but what does it mean? I realized the truth is not just light; it is also dark. And we need to own it.
Unsolicited thoughts from my 30 year old self. Just in case you’re curious.
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.