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layering jewelry where it doesn’t belong

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i love seeing how people from my past have changed. there’s something quietly beautiful about witnessing someone grow beyond the version of themselves you once knew. and maybe what makes it even more meaningful is knowing i may have played a small role in that growth. not in the sense of changing someone, but in the sense of leaving behind something gentle enough to be carried forward.
as someone who values patience, i think people are far more capable of transformation than they realize. a lot of us are just moving through inherited ways of thinking, repeating what we were taught until something forces us to look inward and relearn ourselves little by little. one step at a time.
the difficult part is that not many people speak openly about this process. most of the understanding comes through experience, reflection, and the willingness to confront yourself honestly. but when you meet people who understand that kind of growth, they become deeply important to you.
i’m grateful to be in a place where i can recognize those souls when they appear, and even more grateful that i’ve been able to leave something good behind in others too.
I hesitated when it came time to choose myself
We weren’t noise. That’s what made it harder.
There was music in us, real moments, clear notes, almost whole.
But we never played through.
We circled the same parts
same lines,
same feelings,
like a record
worn down in the same place.
From a distance,
it sounded right.
But up close,
you could hear it—
the skipping,
the hesitation,
the way everything would catch
And still,
I stayed for the parts that played.
little did i know, it didn’t keep spinning for me, its just a record.
Even when they didn’t last.
Even when I knew
we weren’t moving forward
just repeating with better timing.
There was something in it
that felt like understanding
like only we could hear it
the way it was meant to sound.
And maybe that was true.
But understanding
doesn’t fix distortion.
And no matter how many times
we let it spin,
it always found
the same scratch.
i love watching the trees sway to the rhythm of the rain. i love hearing the birds arrive at my nested window, reminding me that another day has been born. i love the smell of my mother’s fresh chai and incense drifting through the house while morning prayers echo softly through the walls. i press my hands against my mother’s cheeks and tell her how deeply i love her. good morning mom, good morning to my lovely sun.
my mother is like the earth before humans touched it. peaceful even in her colder seasons. an angel made from oceans, soil, dry lands, and blooming things. i have always wondered how she does it. how someone can spend their whole life carrying others, guiding them, forgiving them, only to still rise each morning with softness in their heart.
you see, my mother has faith. and i came out like her, except i placed my faith into the universe instead. maybe that is why we understand each other so deeply. we both search for meaning in things larger than ourselves. we both keep going even when life has pressed its weight against our throats.
these past two months have felt like drowning beneath something i could not fully explain. supposedly, i deserve the ache that followed me home. but somehow, the universe still handed me grace with warm palms. and ever since then, i cannot stop wondering if the thing my mother and i lacked our whole lives was never love, never gentleness, never endurance, but simply the ability to stand in front of the world and say, “enough. you cannot keep taking from me.”

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what does it mean to be seen as a person outside of usefulness. outside of what you can provide. outside of performance. i am tired of feeling unfolded only halfway. tired of existing like a translation no one fully understands. pour me a glass with something soft inside it. maybe hope. maybe enough hope to survive becoming myself without going blind in the process.
The atrium lobby of the Hyatt Regency Atlanta, 1967.
I’m not just my intentions. I’m also what I did to someone. sweet lover, where to next?
take a chance.

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accidentally in crisis
i’ve somehow become a vessel for unstable people to project their hidden negative perceptions of themselves onto me. in other words, people treat me based on their issues and not who i actually am. i will say it’s weird because it’s like everyone threw a party for me and i wasn’t invited. and it’s frustrating because there’s spun narratives about me that they believe. i don’t interfere with people’s paths, but i’ve noticed energy has a way of returning to where it came from.
so thankful the forces around me is so strong. it’s been a week only, and it’s revealed everything i was right about.
last summer, i stumbled across a stranger at a light who had this most stunning bike i’ve ever seen. my lover at the time tried to encourage me to speak to him but i was too shy and just drove off. before i knew it, we ended up at the same plaza and i pulled up next to him and complimented his bike. he was such a nice guy and i asked if i could take some pictures and he said i could. almost a year later now, and i finally got my pictures taken with it for free. i’m happy to be beautiful everyday.
love is a long conversation. and i no longer value being understood. people can only meet you as deeply as they’ve met themselves, and that’s something you have to just let be.

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Letter, Never Sent
you will not be everything i want and i promise to still want you. throughout the months, i understood what limerence was for the first time. i understood my wants and needs. i learned about my triggers, what tempts me, why, and what it meant. i know that a relationship for me isn’t about finding someone who’s easy to be with, never has. but being someone who’s worth the effort when things get hard. i hope to learn you more as much as you learn me. i’ve learned a lot about myself through people that i didn’t expect to learn from. i know if it came down to a decision that i rather focus on what my heart feels more connected to. i learned that even despite the longer days i had to wait for you, that i was hurt because of how much i missed you. i’d choose you even if it’s easier to walk away. i love you, imperfectly. (unfinished)
the moon never burned me out
because on her full nights,
she gives us everything,
and still
leaves.