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.

A dilapidated heart corroded by broken promises and dashed hopes.  The misinterpretation of each move made.  The contradiction of words and actions.  The shame of self-expression and internalization of culpability.  Love is a currency declined at the exchange rate of silence.


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