Words
I didn’t plan to say but needed to.
Somewhere between ennui and spark, my raw, unfiltered bits are here.
I’m a nerdy girl with a pen—the type who always carries a black Pilot Precise V5, has read thousands of books, and still scribbles in the margins. Sometimes I’m just writing back to an author who’ll never read it.
Maybe one day, all these scribbles will grow into books of their own.
The Mirror’s Game
The game isn’t about me, it’s about you. The mirror shows you what you want to see, but I’ll make you question if it’s ever really me.
The Gentlemen's Masquerade
I stand barefoot, facing away, a body carved by innocence and sin alike. Not your wife. Not your whore. Not your cure.
Under Your Spell
Each touch, each kiss, feels like a surrender. I’m undone, but the deeper I fall into you, the more I crave the danger that is you.
Into You
I was made for your hands, your mouth, your need. Into you — deeper than thought. Into you — wilder than want.
Built for You
So fall into me like it’s safe to let go. I’ll be the hands that you didn’t know. You needed — I mean it. I see the man beneath it.
In Their Glow
I’ve laughed in love and wept in pain. I’ve danced in the sun and cried in the rain. All those moments, whether dim or bright, still shimmer softly in the light of memory.
A Thousand Steps
Every letter unwritten, every kiss unspent—until she remembered her own name.
The Fifth Element
Wind, water, fire, and earth—each one whispers back what I’ve become.
A Longer Route
Maybe this wasn’t the wrong train, just a longer route. I’ll stay on and see where it leads.
The Tree of What-ifs
We were never ours, but in my heart of hearts, I wish it were you.
Standing in Time
You feel your breath, the light on the floor, the pause between sounds. You are still here.
Where Hope Was Hiding
Hope is what the world longs for.
White Tiger Within
She is a warrior of quiet strength, with a tiger’s soul and a heart full of grace.
Symphony of the Rose
A story left untold in the heart of the rose.
Fearless by Design
There is something older than fear, wiser than pain, and softer than shame. I call it freedom.
The Lie of Someday
I kept waiting for the perfect moment, the perfect me. But the truth is, there is no someday—only this breath, this choice, this now.
Essence of Love
Woman is Love; sweet and silent is her breath.
At 18
At 18, life cracked open wide, and we were just beginning to become ourselves. Behind all the dreams we chased, there was a heart quietly hoping for more.