A clouded heart craves happiness but will never kiss the sunAnd even the noblest intentions continue casting shadowOnly through seeing with a pure heart will one find peaceWhere the light is not sought, but radiates with ease In this, one mustn’t expel effort to...
Poetry
Rise With Randomness
In the randomness we writhe And yet chaos breeds a time That we cannot merely run from But can actually build our home on. When we run from disorder We forget the chance to be the sorter, To be the one who surfs with the waves Instead of the drown one, we can save....
Why Write?
To write is to look for yourself in a mirror. Sometimes the mirror starts covered in dust, paint, or sometimes it’s shattered. To write is to build, clean, and polish that mirror. Because when you’re done, you find yourself staring back. And while you thought the...