All humans are flawed. How does it feel to express that about yourself?
When you feel things that others can’t, you see things others don’t see, how do you express all of this in words?
What happens when a rejected poem speaks? What does it say? How does it feel?
I am posting a love letter to Shanghai that I wrote early last year.
Moving forward from chaos and madness that my intuition knew would take place.
Shout out to my readers and subscribers.
This is dedicated to my ancestors.
Why do you run away from yourself?
Admitting your imperfections is a beautiful thing.
What is one of the greatest things anyone can have within themselves?