

Verona
This poem captures the subtle, wordless recognition between two strangers, where societal labels fall away and what remains is raw, human truth. It reflects on how we speak about men, how they hide behind charm and lust and how rare it is to feel someone without explanation. It's not a love story, it’s a mirroring of two paths.
Jun 262 min read


Speak. Even If It Burns.
You don’t need to find your voice. You never lost it. You placed it under a veil of politeness and called that maturity. You learned to...
Jun 251 min read


Full Moon
I used to think I was the invisible one. Unseen, unwanted, unchosen.
But the truth? I just hadn’t yet become the version of me who could see what was always there. This isn’t about a person. This is about proof that became visible only when I was able to see myself fully. That the love, the power, the presence was always mine.
I just had to remember.
May 293 min read


We don't like it
Not too long ago there was a time where I couldn’t look at myself, hear myself or even acknowledge my own being. I didn’t know how to...
May 13 min read


All I want
All I want is someone to say, I’m not scared of you. I want Bad B to ask, If we’re gonna do mambo or not, Tú me dice', mami I want Jon...
Mar 142 min read


Future Memory
"Talking about love is like dancing about architecture." With every Spring, your voice deepens, expands, embodies more of your essence....
Mar 112 min read