I see my refelction in the mirror, and wonder: Who am I?Read More Who Am I?
Sometimes I wonder: why do we alienate ourselves? Pushing and pulling at the boundaries of belonging and loneliness. I wonder what is the purpose? Of choosing to be in the “in between” of presence and isolation?Read More Belonging|Loneliness
Why is there space in between? Space that once never used to be?Read More S-P-A-C-E
There is something to be said, about the allure of beautiful things … As if the enigma of their presence, is enough to enchant and turn temptress –even the most disciplined beings.Read More Beautiful Things
How are you? I don’t know what will hurt you more, reaching out or leaving you alone? I suppose by not choosing, I’ve still made a choice.Read More Excerpt from a Letter I Didn’t Send
There is a voice that doesn’t use words. Listen. – RumiRead More …
Your soul is written in a language I know how to read. It’s as if, you’re familiar to me.Read More It’s as if, you’re familiar to me.
In moments of melancholy, I wonder who that girl with a smile is; and how she deals with pain.Read More Moments of Melancholy
To the voice of doubt in my mind: I am willing.Read More I Am Willing
What do you see, when you see me? When you enter my space, physically and mentally?Read More What do you see, when you see me?