I feel good, like I’m in a dream.

Im grateful, for this gem.


On kindness to ourselves.

It doesn’t make sense to call ourselves ugly, because we don’t really see ourselves. We don’t watch ourselves sleeping in bed, curled up and silent with chests rising and falling with our own rhythm. We don’t see ourselves reading a book, eyes fluttering and glowing. You don’t see yourself looking at someone with love and care inside your heart. There’s no mirror in your way when you’re laughing and smiling and happiness is leaking out of you. You would know exactly how bright and beautiful you are if you saw yourself in the moments where you are truly yourself.

Late night musing.

I’m running high. Don’t wanna come down.

Wings, don’t fail me now. You can slow down, but don’t fail me.


ok brain, lets switch off and rest. The body needs rest. Let’s do this thing called compromise.