– of volcanic hearths

of smouldering fires

Broken Friendships 2

-of new cycles and old lovers & friends

i was taught to never make eye contact

- of everyday escapism

and on some days- insomnia, looks like this

Photo Prose/Verse on Insomnia

amidst the smoke, drums and fire- heal, I plead.

prose and verse on intergenerational trauma and healing

-ripples

Photo prose: of the beautiful, soft and magical

-the precipice

of escapism

Undoing and Becoming

self love as undoing and becoming

– vapour

of grief

-energy

of reclaiming time, energy, space