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I Drank Her Away (But She Stayed in My Blood)
I drank her away. Glass after glass, til the sky started leaning and the walls softened their stance. Til my reflection forgot how to look like me. Til my mouth forgot how to say her name without catching on fire. It wasn’t just heartbreak. It was protest. A riot in my ribs. Because loving her…
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Learn to Love Again: instructions
Now go.Your heart remembers the way.
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A new style I’m working on (simpatico)
Back then, I still flinched at my own reflection. Not from vanity— but because the mirror told the truth too clearly: that I was surviving, not living. That the world had taught me to shrink just enough to fit inside the silence. I met you before you knew how to raise your fist. You still…
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Terminal Therapy: How the Command Line Helped Me Rebuild
There’s something meditative about a blinking cursor. It doesn’t judge, doesn’t interrupt. It waits. For a command. For a decision. For a path forward. When my life was in pieces—physically, emotionally, spiritually—I found solace in a terminal window. Bash became my safe space. Every sudo felt like reclaiming control. Every successful script was a small…