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a sudden vision, a pause to ponder, then a rush to get it all down.

to not seek being universal, and to know that if you’ve stayed true to your voice, the same way we meet our own friends, we will find our people and cultivate that world.

but writing, in many ways, is my slowest story.

“Falling in love is like entering a room you didn’t know existed in your own house. You think you know the layout—you’ve lived here a long time, you’ve opened every drawer, rearranged every piece of furniture in your head—and then someone says, ‘What about this door?’ And they open it. And suddenly there’s light you’ve never seen before. A corner... See more

Poetry gives the griever not release from grief but companionship in grief.

“Bloom where you’re planted.”

I was meant to wander. To dissolve. To hide. To build an inner life that sustains me when nothing else does. I was meant to arrive when the room had emptied and the music had stopped and the real ones remained.

The most divine relationships constitute a messy, awkward collaboration between two savage souls who dare to ask for more from this world.