Collections
What moves beneath the surface, unseen.
The Part of Me No One Knows
There is a version of me that no one knows—a version that longs to love freely, but has spent years learning how to hide. There are rooms within me that I will open only when the world feels kind enough.
The Loneliness No One Sees
There is a kind of tiredness that sleep cannot fix: the exhaustion of carrying every unspoken feeling by yourself.
Someone Would Look
Some days I don’t want to be found. I only want to know that someone would look.