• Stop The War

    There are two sides to every story, but there should be one unified soul within you. Sometimes that split feeling comes out of nowhere. Sometimes we know exactly why it’s there. It’s uncomfortable to change. It’s painful to leave people and paths behind. From my experience, it is far more beneficial to follow your heart than to fall back. The longer you continue to loop, the smaller the pieces your soul breaks down into. But I promise that those pieces are made of steel and you can learn how to weld yourself back together.
    Exit the cycle today.

  • Prison Break

    Prison Break

    There was no grief
    I felt free
    Unwrapped in relief
    Dropped to my knees
    Clutched my chest
    And said thank you please
    Despair lifted
    Angelic dreams
    The war inside me ceased
    The forecasted future
    Was wiped clean
    Stove unplugged
    No more worrying about threes
    Ghost metrics
    Acidic rhetoric
    Babies hidden in trees
    Occupied beds
    Extra deadheads
    It’s over
    That’s my four leaf clover

  • Hush of Dusk

    Hush of Dusk

    Inch by inch
    I widened the river between us
    On purpose
    With resistance
    In pain
    Without chaos
    A slow bleed
    A calm storm
    I veiled myself in fog
    And I knew
    You thought I was gone

    I swallowed my longings
    On the far bank
    My heart kept watch
    I couldn’t think a thought 
    Without you contaminating the dew drops

    Collapse poured down on me
    Tears dripped off my jaw
    I rejected you
    Intentionally
    Repeatedly
    With a force
    That bent me

    I prayed for you to give up
    Skip a stone
    Bruise your knuckles climbing trees
    Follow a butterfly into the woods
    Stop looking for me because
    Your current
    Makes me melt
    Your waves
    Punch my gut

    Of all the faces that you’ve shown
    What I love most about you
    Is the way you leave me alone

  • Be Cautious of Your Aspirations

    Be Cautious of Your Aspirations

    When you ask the universe to feel empowered
    You will draw in people who make you feel small

    When you long to be stronger
    You will be placed in situations that make you feel weak

    When you are building self-trust
    False narratives are spread about you

    When you begin to claim your independence
    Your foundations lose stability

    When your intention is to grow
    Storms roll in to fortify your seeds

    Earth is not a prison
    The people around you are not here to punish you
    It’s a training ground
    Where your soul knows exactly the conditions required
    To blossom the fruits

  • Hi Honey

    Hi Honey

    I prayed over the soil
    Corpses buried under crops
    Jungles of secrets
    Ruptures at each seam
    A needle without the thread
    Stay out of my dreams
    Pretend that it’s the end
    I’m seeing red
    And there’s nothing behind your eyes
    Who are you without your lies
    My heart panics
    Watching your soul go rancid

  • How To Be Alone With Your Thoughts

    FALLING

    I am in this phase of transforming right now. I am metabolizing pain and alchemizing it to wisdom. In the beginning, it was terrifying. Like jumping from a height, falling, unsure of the ground beneath me. Where will I land? How will I land? Anticipating the impact. Feeling the wind. But the wisdom is in trusting that fate is moving pieces around me. I am certain that the bottoms of my feet will touch earth again.

    CHRYSALIS

    The old version of me has died. And so now enters the phase where I no longer exist while simultaneously I am in the process of becoming. The timeline has folded into itself. It’s the archetype of the hermit. I am in a chrysalis. And did you know that when the caterpillar is in the chrysalis they are actually just a mush of enzymes and insect parts?

    What’s next? I am patient as the new version of me begins to materialize.

    STIMULUS

    All the people around me are so busy. Constantly talking on the phone, going somewhere, running an errand, working, tinkering, listening, watching. When is there a moment you can just be alone with your thoughts? Is it in the shower? Is it before you fall asleep at night? I love stimulation as well. Especially as a medical student, I am constantly chasing information, listening, practicing, completing tasks, scanning for patterns, moving, absorbing.

    MEDITATION

    But I do long for the quiet hum of nothingness. I crave sitting on my warm floor, crossed legs, eyes closed, just being. Meditation is sacred. It’s laborious. It requires persistence. The time I spend giving space to my thoughts, dreams, fears, body sensations, rehashing experiences, projecting onto the future is important. It is especially important as I move through this liminal space.

    Information comes to me. It gives reflection a place to unfold. Ideas have a place to land. Insight arrives. My inner world expands. It keeps getting bigger and bigger. I need the space to plan, strategize, and execute it. They say meditation helps you become less reactive and more flow. This work gives me the ability to slow down time and act with discernment.

    EXPANSION

    I am building realities around me using my thoughts.

    My mind is a garden. My thoughts are the seeds. What do I want to be able to harvest a year from now?

    My mind is a radio. My thoughts are the stations. What frequency do I want to tune to?

    When it comes to disease, we look at food, activity, habits. Are we looking at the habits of our thoughts? What do you think about all day? I am aware of my thoughts as I am thinking them. I am building the muscle of changing the station.

    This is a transformation led by my soul, not my primitive human self. And I think we can only hear what our soul has to say when we quiet out the world.

    RELEASE

    The recent collection of years have been rapid fire from the universe. God has presented challenge after challenge. I went down so many paths. I’ve fallen and got back up gracefully, messily. I’ve tripped, skipped, ran and crawled away from and towards sequences of my existence.

    It has been a series of open heart surgeries. How many times am I meant to crack my chest open? The reward is resilience. Pain is the spark. And eventually I will start crying less. But I will never stop fighting back.

  • Tokyo

    Early September 2025, I spent 2 weeks in Japan, beginning my journey in Tokyo. I spent all day walking the streets, alleys, hopping buses, only getting on the wrong train twice, thrifting, discovering temples, and drinking ginger ale in peaceful parks.

    I am a sentimental soul, always longing for the past and dreaming about the future. My heart breaks as I rebuild it. I find peace in my panic. These are raw moments of authenticity, slices of life, echos left behind.

  • Equinox Flowers

    Equinox Flowers

    It was sand
    Not cement
    I stopped construction
    And started dreaming
    Materials from the clouds
    Wishes from the earth
    Stones layered
    Tulips buried like the dead
    I feel the heartbeats of people I haven’t met yet
    Pages have been ripped from my book
    Chapters scribbled out
    Words banned
    Demons summoned
    I grieve those missing sentences
    Mirrors are up
    What is the truth?
    Slice me open
    Turn my heart to ash
    Pain is the force required
    To open the portal