I’m unfolding. I travel back and forth between the world and my own seclusion finding this middle ground where new revelations unfold. I decided to place them here.

Expressing myself is hard because that means I have to make myself consumable to the public and I hate the idea of compromising my true self.

Do I have to make sense?

Ok. I will. Just for you.

I’m not a blogger. I’ve been writing poems, essays, and rants before there were blogs since I was a little girl sitting by myself in my room. This isn’t a profession for me. Quit. trying. to package me. and make me consumable…

I write about identity, spirituality, my metaphysical/psychic/astral experiences, wellness, pain, and travel.

…and I’m really vulnerable.

yeah.