The Inner Archives

The version of myself I meet in reflection

Raw thoughts, quiet chaos

Sum’ like bruises and blessings

Fire Sign

For the days I burn too fast, too bright, too honest -   

and still rise from whatever I set on fire

I don’t burn to destroy 

I burn to remember

Some truth only show up in smoke-stained light-

And ive learned to love who i become 

in the heat

The Sweetener

The Honey I give even when the world deserves nothing from me

Not everything soft is harmless-

Some sweetness stings first,

Then heals.

I carry that kind-

The Honey that burns a little 

Before it forgives you

Deep Desiderium

For the longing that sits in my ribs like a second heartbeat - the desire that reflection never quite kills

I want things I can't name -

Pulls that live beneath language

Hunger, I only feel in my bones.

Maybe that’s what desire really is:

A quiet gravity

Dragging me toward the next version of myself

If these words find you, let them

If they haunt you, good

That means they're yours too