Peace is the knock of my knife against a cutting board
The subtle beeps of the oven timer
The smell of roasted root vegetables and garlic

Peace is the sound of unfamiliar chords becoming acquainted
It is the surrender of the body to music
And lyrics full of nostalgia

Peace is the clinking of nails against wine glasses
And paws against the…read more

Dear future self,
I actually finished this poem. May this pave the way to bring more completion to our path. Our story has been a series of starts, stops, twists, turns and falls, but now, the math is starting to math.
I imagine you’ve come a long way from feeling stagnant. I hope that feeling stuck is just your sign to pause and enjoy your l…read more