A Letter to September

Oh, September. It feels as though we had just spent time together, yet you are back and it is a new year. You come so quickly, with your warm colors, brisk air, and clove scent. I love to have you here.  You move so quickly, though. I can never sit and stay with you. YouContinue reading “A Letter to September”

On Looking Out The Window

I wrote this a few months back. I was sitting on my bed, looking at the bustling city street, wondering about the trees and their consciousness. I’m interested in humanizing overlooked aspects of nature that are essential to our lives.

Soulless but Found

When I reflect on my younger years and the pursued methods of fulfillment, I empathize with a girl who knew no better; sometimes past actions are only understood with maturity. Though I do not regret any of my decisions, time is a valuable asset for processing events. Who you were when you were younger is not who you are now. I hope whoever is reading this continues to assimilate their pained self with their wise Soul. This poem is about self worth and the upward journey from struggles.