The mind...
how it speaks...

Journaling has been the messiest and most enlightening method to my madness. I dove into it during an extremely messy teenage romance that has scarred me to this day, give or take about 10 years since then. I’ve written some of the cringiest reflections, full of angst and tragedy. But among the weeds, there were gems that maybe someone else might enjoy. There’s poetry, epiphanies, and sometimes beautiful tragedies.

In a world where nonchalance and stoicism are trendy here I want to bring what the human mind is capable of if you just let it run free. No judgements. Only wandering. ☆