Suddenly, it feels as though life never stands still circles shift, faces enter, faces fade, and nothing holds its place for long. Even beliefs loosen, re-form, become new. Yet everything turns around one silent pillar Him. He. Thee. To see this clearly takes time. The process is not always kind, but I am strangely fascinated…

2021 I am writing. I find myself here every night, typing my notes, my therapist, my friend, my fear, my enemy without an end. Something rises, taking over me. I hold a tear that won’t let me be, a tear that bothers me because I can’t see where it was born or what it wants…

After work. After school. After a night that tasted of friends and noise, or a day that ached quietly inside the chest. I wait at a red light. The city breathes in sleep  a low hum under the wheels, a whisper from the street lamps. The moon changes her face  sometimes whole, sometimes broken, sometimes…

When He wills a thing, no struggle, no delay. No forge of time, no dawn that waits for day. The breath before the word is not yet born, And still creation stands, complete, adorned. He says but Be .. and mountains rise in awe, Seas unfurl in tremor at His law. The stars, once whispers…

A scent drifts  not through air, but through the unseen. It finds the pulse beneath stillness, the soft hum where spirit and skin meet. I once wore it in a moment without noise, when the world unfolded like incense smoke  slow, infinite, forgiving. Now, when chaos presses close, the same scent rises, and the air…

There is a calmin the spaces between things the second before coffee cools,the moment when sunlight foldsacross the corner of a desk. I have learned that silenceis not the absence of sound,but the shape of understanding.It holds what words can’t carry,and returns it gently, like memory. I move through dayscollecting these fragments a look, a…

I was born in a land that shaped me, but did not claim me. And I hold the passport of a place I’ve never called home. I exist in the quiet spaces between flags and forms, where belonging is not given, but slowly, fiercely created. I am not lost. I am layered. I speak in…