When the Sky Forgets to PretendThere are evenings when the horizon looks too tired to keep its mask on. The clouds stop arranging themselves into something pretty, the colors bleed without grace, and the light just falls... clumsy, uneven, raw. And in that strange imperfection,... See More »
Why Compliments Feel Like Foreign LanguagesIt's strange how hearing something kind can feel more uncomfortable than hearing something cruel. Criticism slips in easily.. I know exactly where to file it. But compliments? They make me stumble, like someone's speaking a language I never studied.... See More »
The Mystery of Missing SocksI don't know where they go, but I'm convince there's a secret world where all the missing socks live together. They probably hang out with missing pens, lost hair ties, and that one earring I swore I left on the table. Every time laundry day comes,... See More »
in between hourswhile the sky blinked slow and nobody asked anything from me. afternoons feel like limbo. not morning’s promise, not night’s softness — just this quiet middle where time forgets itself. i’m not doing much, just sitting with thoughts that don’t ask... See More »
sunlight speaks in hushesthe morning tiptoes in, not with fanfare, but with golden fingers pulling the night off your shoulders. you don’t need to be ready yet. you just need to breathe. the world can wait while you sip the silence. the sun already believes in you. isn’t... See More »
Evening thingsPosted on a night that didn’t ask for much, and maybe that’s what made it kind. tonight feels like warm laundry. like quiet dishes drying on the rack. like background music that no one notices but your soul somehow dances to. i didn’t do anything... See More »
Monday FeelsI woke up today feeling 51 instead of 21. Tired, overstimulated, under-touched. I’m not sad. I’m just... full of feelings with nowhere to put them.
“I Am Enough” by Adrianna AdameThroughout my life, I have always thought of myself as a failure. I was a failure for not being smart enough, friendly enough, or pretty enough. Always, I criticized myself for not putting in enough effort in order to work up to my full potential.... See More »
