Original Poetry

She belonged
to none,
yet belonged


The (beauty of) travel

Travel isn’t always pretty. It isn’t always comfortable. Sometimes it hurts, it even breaks your heart. But that’s okay. The journey changes you; it should change you. It leaves marks on your consciousness, on your heart, and on your body. You take something with you. Hopefully, you leave something good behind. 

– Anthony Bourdain

Original Writing

Life Goals

I think the one thing we all strive for in life is, ultimately, to be content in our happiness. That can be alone or with a companion, and if both can be mastered then one has achieved most of all there is to live happily. However, the fundamental part of the equation is self love; without that the equation is incomplete and thus, so are we.

Original Poetry


I guess I fell in love
with the art of conversation.
People watching.
Morning coffees
and late night teas.
I liked the way
his mouth curved
before he kissed me.
Maybe the way
the sun danced around
the room,
and a flurry of halos
illuminated the table tops.
Or perhaps I just fell in love
with the sensation of his lips on my ear,
his breath on my skin
as he whispered my name,
whilst I watched a pink sky
blend into