

Wild Wings
I honor the way that I am built, wild edges and all. Weird, chaotic, clumsy, creative. There is no other shape like mine
1 day ago1 min read


Pulse
I have fallen in love with the sound of my own breathing. My pulse is something, I do not take for granted.
Jul 21 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.
Jun 301 min read

