Passing thoughts from mind to print.

In a world of memes, reels, and lyrics, I collect fleeting thoughts that loop like a skipping record, narrating emotional concepts that ripple through the nervous system.

The madness of the world has entered the atmosphere like a Wi-Fi signal; days seem shorter; anxiety at an all-time high; and it doesn’t always make sense to me. When I get home each day and close the door behind me, I lean against it and close my eyes. I inhale the safety, love, and acceptance of our corner of the world that we made and call “home”; I exhale the rest, everything that doesn’t matter beyond making “us” worth it.


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