"You wore them until they could no longer fit, until they ripped a seam, or until you washed out all of the color and were left with ragged denim. But to you they will always be your favorite pair of jeans. They will always be a that eye catching, bright blue wash with a rip in the knee. They will always be." A look into memory and a girlhood that created a strong woman.

these words are red in color.

endlessly affectionate

look further than your arms reach. further than the water jug.

walls have ears to hear the fear behind my voice. second poetry collection. dec 2024- feb 2025.

this is a small collection of some of my most personal thoughts and feelings. things i've written throughout my pre-teens, teenage years and early adulthood that are pieces of who i am today. i hope anyone who chooses to read my words finds comfort in them and even inspiration.

it's 12 am and i'm wide awake --- just a short disclaimer from the author in 2021, please do note that this was written by a 15 year old.

on the coldest night, stay up and write poems on your floor ~

S O W E D: Words planted to grow into love. Highest Rank - #1 in POETRY The bravest thing I've ever done was not forgetting how to love myself when everyone else did