Pulse
I have fallen in love with the sound of my own breathing. My pulse is something, I do not take for granted.
5 days ago1 min read
Soft Magic
My laughter is a spell, whispered into the fabric of the world. A soft incantation bending the spine of time, letting hours dissolve into sudden eternity, as moonlight gathers in the palms of my hands and ordinary moments bloom into constellations.
6 days ago1 min read
Moon Medicine
The moon speaks to me, she walks with me, she heals me. In all of the moon’s phases she is still so worthy. Even when only a sliver remains, she never doubts her place in the sky. She whispers that same truth to me, reminding me that even in my broken hours, I still shine.
Jun 301 min read