The Homebody Socailite

I yearned for fields of flowers, fruit trees, and days spent playing near a river. The little girl resting within my core believes butterflies and dragonflies are messengers from other worlds. That within nature herself, was all… Continue Reading

There is a natural assumption that our desires are our own, but how true can that be in a society that is easily influenced? The vast majority want a big house, a fast car, expensive clothes, and… Continue Reading

Why does society romanticize the systems it proclaims to loathe? We say that we care about earth while indulging in the daily practices that abuse her. We scream save the babies while giving our dollar to consume… Continue Reading

I was born highly sensitive and in tune with the natural order — the notion that all beings have an innate right to vitality, bodily autonomy, and abundance. I’ve experienced phenomenon declared spiritual by some and psychotic… Continue Reading

Here I am, feeling completely whole and like thousands of pieces. But I don’t feel like broken glass, I feel like a puzzle. I’m the same picture, but instead of being a more simple 100 piece puzzle,… Continue Reading

I can’t remember your face or even your name, but I can feel you. Every night I dream about the wars you won and the battles you lost. You trained for years so I could master the… Continue Reading

To the woman with enough emotional scaring to make her former skin unrecognizable. To the man with enough emotional baggage to break his spine. To the child with enough heartache to drown a village. Please know that… Continue Reading

Synthetic light speaks of the future like God has whispered the fate of all into its ear. It mentions absolutes rather than probabilities. It preaches its own narrative of facts rather than philosophy. It is no different… Continue Reading

You’re full of fire and I’m rooted in earth. We are a volcano destined to erupt. We destroy each other only to breathe life into new creations from the ashes of our remains. Our chemistry is cosmic.… Continue Reading

I wonder how fractured a soul must become for mother to be a thorn on the rose that is her daughter, rather than a petal. To draw blood and kiss no cuts. When the universe that is… Continue Reading