I woke today thinkingI should start writing poems—somewhere to leave my thoughtswhen carrying them becomes too heavy. Lately, I haven’t dreamed. And strangely,I don’t know whether to miss themor be grateful for the silence. What I once called a giftsometimes feels more like a curse,because some dreams stayed with melong after morning came. Some frightened… Read more: Dreams

I once thought budgeting was the language of lack—a ledger of all the things I could not have,a quiet red line drawn across desire.But time, stern and patient as any teacher,showed me it was something gentler:a map. Each pound earned is a small, bright seed,and I must decide where to plant it—into shelter, into light,into… Read more: The language of lack

Random Musings I’m at work in the office, and for once the referrals are slow. The kind of slow that gives you space to notice the quiet instead of bracing for the next interruption. There’s no rush right now, no urgency pulling me in different directions, just a rare moment to sit and breathe without… Read more: Stillness

My dream job is quiet work,done with steady hands and a listening heart—where words mend more than they impress,and impact is felt long after the day ends.

I didn’t give birth to you,but tell me why my heart learneda new shapethe moment you arrived. Miyu—you are the quiet authority of a queenwho pretends she doesn’t carebut always knows where I am.You supervise naps.You judge my life choices from high places.Your love is subtle,the kind that says,I’m here. Don’t make it weird. Luna—you… Read more: Miyu & Luna