Thinking Out Loud

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.

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...

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.

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...

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...

"Talking about love is like dancing about architecture." With every Spring, your voice deepens, expands, embodies more of your essence....

Anything that is standing before you will bring you to a place of more love, more understanding of self, more clarity. Do not fear it, as...

Maybe he’s searching for me too somewhere by the sea, beyond the horizon, feeling the pull of something he can’t name.

Healing implies you’re broken. What if the real work is unlearning, not fixing?