Description: Making sense of the world through a unique, warmhearted, and nuanced lens. An open journal. A place for ideas to belong.
Lately, I’ve been spending copious amounts of time in the kitchen. Whether this is out of compulsion, intrigue, or survival, I don’t know. But what
Floating on in a void of time Gazing upon fleeting lives Feeling immortal Worshiped as such But even the light of the sun Must one
Laughter is my drug of choice. If you’re asking me, I’d say that where you can find humor, you can also find a shred of joy. That makes sense, right?