Stories written in ink, rooted in the earth.

loss

  • For so long, you searched for peace as if it lived somewhere outside yourself — in the next relationship, the next change, the next version of your life that hurt a little less. You built walls and bridges, burned both down, and still kept walking, hoping somewhere along the way you’d stumble upon a place Read more

  • Euphoria

    Euphoria feels like your chest cracked open and light rushed in, like gravity briefly lost interest in you and let you float an inch above your own life. Colors sharpen, your body hums, and for a rare, suspiciously generous moment, everything makes sense and hurts less at the same time. While I’ve certainly been through Read more