Writing

TikTok scrolling, climate warming,
Ocean rising, forests burning,
AI whispering, futures shifting,
Polar ice caps, glaciers drifting.

HOME: a place where we feel safe, comfortable, and loved. Not  just a physical structure, but an emotional space that provides a sense of stability and belonging.

Snowflakes danced through the still air,
Whispers of winter, crisp and fair.
Bare trees stood, their branches slight,
Cloaked in frost, bathed in white.

“Look at her,”

There was a lovestruck girl obsessively drawing hearts on her note card 

“look at past you.”

Sincere love flowed from her fingertips.

She believed she was loved.

“Do you think she's dumb?”

bare feet carve paths into the snow

a fleck of snow lands on my tongue, dissolving in its warmth 

flavorless and sweet, the fading taste of candy 

the salt of the warmth, the iron of red lakes

You left dead flowers at my grave,

as if they were all the same.

Most leave bouquets,

even though they will slowly die,

just like me til I made it to the afterlife.