yuliea Unsplash “As little as you want to write when you’re happy, that’s how much you have to write when you’re miserable. Your passions need to go somewhere, and this is the only place left.

I am the whisper beneath the static,the note just outside the chord,I am a noticer. Not in the light-touch way people meanwhen they say sensitive, no.I feel everything like it’s carved into me, into my very soul.

Copilot Sometimes I sit with the question: Who am I? And I think of the lands I’ve never walked, but which live inside me like echoes. Not one place. Not one people. But a tapestry of migration,

copilot Today is gentle. Today is for the soft breeze through lace curtains, the steam rising over a hot cup of coffee you have yet to press your lips to. Today is for being —  for existing

copilot generated You thrive in the unknown. The spaces between certainty and dread. Twisting perception, embedding into daily ritual. You are the known and the unknown Once, they called it miasma, a foul breath rising from