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.

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.

Everyone sees the fire, I see the burning logs. I’ve spent my life being a self-hating self-lover. From "I’m not pretty enough to be this...

I ended up loving myself so fully that it overpowered any sense of injustice or wrongdoing from others. As I was cooking dinner the other...

"You have to die a few times before you can really live." Charles Bukwoski There are tens of journals I wrote either in the moment or...

I am the first woman in my family history who has the opportunity to take risks without risking my precious life - A profound realisation...

I’ve been lonely my whole life. Everyone I knew had disappeared and I’ve never felt more connected.

It took two beautiful people, a lifetime of cultural conditioning, generational and family trauma, a pivotal panic attack, therapy,...

This is a passionate and necessary call to look within. In a world full of noise, injustice and reactivity, real change starts from the inside out. This post invites you to explore the unconscious beliefs, emotional wounds and automatic behaviours that silently rule your life and shows how healing them can shift your reality and ripple outward. It’s not about abandoning activism or caring less. It’s about fuelling your words and actions from clarity and love, not fear or prog