I forget sometimes that I play dead
while I’m alive in my head,
so I turn into a puppet,
performing for strangers I’ll never see again,
clapping along with the rhythm of a conversation
I don’t know how to join.

Simon Says: “Go back to your cage,”
and I obey,
letting the circus of my mind keep me entertained.

Sel…read more

Remember the way you’d fold into corners,
curling like leaves just to feel
the warmth of your own breathing,
the small life you made for yourself in that space—
a fortress of playing records, and studying, and honey lattes
hands reaching for corners to make a home.

That little room, those early hours,
you were everything and eve…read more

I am 25.
This is a mood board, sprawling
Swatches of ambition, photographs pinned of places yet to see,
And pastel whispers of what feels true, but I think I like who I am becoming.
I drink an oat milk latte and walk around the house remembering who I was at 24—
Drafting text messages, never sent;
Creating worlds in fictional novels, c…read more