I thought I found my purpose,

even though the future still feels like fog.

I’ve learned—

purpose doesn’t arrive as a grand revelation,

or something waiting in plain sight.

It came as a spark.

Something I knew I wanted so deeply,

even if the path remained blurry.

Every time I find my balance,

the ground shifts beneath me.

I keep waiting—

for it all to make sense,

for the stars to finally align

...

If desires are a flame,

then I am a wildfire—

Everything I want

comes with a cost.

Skin scorched,

debts unpaid.

I spend pieces of myself,

tossing them into the blaze—

my heart to ash,

my hopes

smoke in the breeze.

I pay a steep price

for sparks of happiness

always

just

out of reach.

It never gets easier.

Only hotter.

Heavier.

Hands charred,

scraping for the last piece

of who I used to be.

T...

“C’est impossible,” they say.

Those words echo in my head—

every night—

as I lay down to sleep.

Back home,

they call me brave.

Resilient.

But it doesn’t feel like me.

I feel like an imposter.

Like I’m always in a place

never meant for me,

speaking words

that don’t feel like mine.

Detached—

a stranger to my own thoughts.

I run myself into the ground—

still…

I fall short.

I yell.

I show up.

Bu...

“I do not yet know myself what I’m capable of doing in it.” Van Gogh — Paris

Paris is a place where dreamers escape in search of themselves.

I did this myself—I told myself I’d know what to do when I got here. But becoming is harder than the running.

Paris breathes creativity into people. It’s easy to feel inspired— but letting it soak into you is another thing entirely. The question is…what wi...

I sat at Flore’s red booth, pen to paper—

but I had nothing to say.

So I listened.

Tourists buzzed. Cameras clicked.

Parents scolded restless children.

The noise pounded louder than the quiet.

It was hard to hear the ghosts—

those who once wrote in ink

what we now read in print.

This was once a second home to Sartre—

Beauvoir, certainly.

Now?

Just another box to check on a tourist’s list,

most u...

I have never been satisfied,

Always reaching for the sky.

That was until I got lost

In those dreamy, starry eyes.

Our dreams and our hearts never rest—

“Avec toi, chaque jour est une aventure,”

Your lips, always soft and tender.

I’ll meet you under the Eiffel’s light,

Shining brighter than anything, anyone tonight.

Whispers of sweet nothings

float in the breeze—

If it wasn’t for you, I’d st...

A city filled with echoes—

Of lovers, poets, and painters,

Who once traced it’s bones with their hands.

Here, love is found between the lines,

Tucked inside the pages of forgotten novels,

Waiting to be read, waiting to be lived.

The Seine hums in ripples,

Carrying whispers and longing sighs—in Paris, even silence speaks in poetry.

April leans against café doors,

Spilling golden light onto ...

I cried and I begged,

Frantically searching beneath this strange bed.

An overwhelming sense of dread,

Yearning for a home, comfortable and familiar,

To lay down my weary head.

I sighed in relief,

Regret had held me tight.

There it was,

The intricate brass key,

Its weight familiar in my palm,

A comfort at last, a moment of calm.

The key slipped into the lock with ease,

But something felt wrong—

I...

Apple of my eye,

With a face so sweet,

A love so deep,

A family now complete.

A coat that glows like the summer sun,

Golden and bright,

As you run and run.

Zooming through the fields,

Never once outrun.

Bounding with joy until the day is done.

Your paw—

A print forever on my heart,

A loyal friend, right from the start.

I dread the day we’ll have to part,

But forever you’ll stay,

With every...

A silent language of salt and sorrow,

I yearn for brighter tomorrows.

They say it gets better in time,

But I’ve lost count of the days since I’ve seen the sun shine.

Pieces of me pressed into each drop;

I cried and I begged,

“Oh God, Please make it stop.”

Long overdue, this act of atonement—

Tears falling into an ocean of forgotten moments.

My tears telling truths of voices I fear,

I found m...