Speak, small still voice, through the din of doubt and the clamor of my need to be certain. Settle like dust on my trembling soul,...

Whisper to us again, O Mystery, in the hush between thoughts, when the world forgets how to listen. Remind us that we are worthy light,...

I am blessed to walk beside my friend who has brain cancer through his end of life journey. He has been really philosophical about life...

The beautiful mess of becoming human is not a flaw, but a sacred design where love tangles with chaos in the thrum of a single heartbeat....

A country run by banks will always be in debt, because profit demands hunger and scarcity dressed in the costume of progress. Its people...

There is no reward for faking happiness, only a silent erosion beneath the mask, a slow bleeding of authenticity that leaves the soul...

I love You with the ache of dry rivers longing for rain. I reach for You in silence, in shadow, in stillborn prayers that never stir the...

I don’t mind being used as long as I am enjoying it lmao, but let’s not pretend that pleasure erases the transaction. I have danced on...

…..An act of defiance, light and beauty carved by love into shame’s dark face….. It begins not with grandeur, but with a tremor. It...

Sadly, the closest thing to love some people will ever know is limerance. It mimics devotion with its trembling urgency, but beneath the...

….God, I love you, please love me. bare and unbeautied, heart laid in your hands….

You are not a vice, but a joy. You are unapologetic and radiant, carved from the marrow of morning and the ache of midnight. They told...

A nonconformist walks the long way around the noise, boots thick with dust from paths no algorithm recommends. They do not chase...

I have chosen to begin knocking on the door instead of beating my head against it to a bloody pulp. I no longer mistake violence for...

A relationship is a crucible in a furnace. It is not a gentle hearth, but a volatile chamber where the soul is melted down and reshaped...

Christianity, especially in some of its more dogmatic expressions, often frames the world as a battleground between good and evil, light...

“And Jesus said unto him, “Why callest thou Me good? There is none good but One, that is, God.” Mark 10:18 No one has a victim complex...

Weaponized intimacy is the quietest form of war with no blood, no sirens, just the slow corrosion of trust dressed in affection. It...

She doesn’t speak in notes so much as summon storms. 
Each pluck of the string is a memory reclaimed,
a history rewritten in the low...

Experience has become a currency that’s regulated, extracted, branded.  There are those who have cornered the market on what it means to...