Serenity

Serenity

Serenity Serenity is a lie I needed to believe the day I made this.It’s not calm. It’s not peaceful. It’s a portrait of implosion—the moment when pressure outpaces composure and the only thing left to do is fucking scream. This self-portrait wasn’t planned. It was...
Hope’s out back smoking with regret

Hope’s out back smoking with regret

Hope’s Out Back Smoking with Regret Some days, hope doesn’t sparkle. It doesn’t radiate or rise. It slips out the back door with regret, lights a cigarette, and stares into nothing. That’s what this piece is about—the in-between moments where optimism hasn’t...
We chase pease like it owes us

We chase pease like it owes us

We Chase Peace Like It Owes Us Modern life sells peace like it’s a product you forgot to order in time. But peace doesn’t show up in 2–5 business days. And it sure as hell doesn’t owe us anything. This piece is about the wild contradiction of chasing serenity with...
Love teaches what control tries to kill

Love teaches what control tries to kill

Love Teaches What Control Tries to Kill Love and control are not roommates. One liberates. The other suffocates. This piece cuts into the uncomfortable truth that real love—raw, honest, unpredictable love—demands surrender. Control hates that. It wants guarantees....
Truth hides best in casual moments

Truth hides best in casual moments

Truth Hides Best in Casual Moments Truth doesn’t always arrive dressed for the occasion. It slips into the room sideways, buried in a joke, mumbled over coffee, or tucked into an offhand remark. This piece is about those moments—the ones you almost miss, where someone...