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.
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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
Divine Timing
There is nothing to be impatient about when you surrender to your purpose. To your path. God has planted every stone and flower beneath your feet. Trust that everything is in its right place. You can never be late for your destiny.
Deep
Deep
I create
To be consumed
Fingers in my mouth
What texture are the syllables?
Symbols swirling in my throat
Too abstract for you?
Ink dripping off my tongue
I speak from my chest
Because I like the flavor
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

