hi, i'm thusi. i collect little flashes of chaos and turn them into poems-like bottling lightning before it disappears. i write when i should be sleeping, or when the world is too loud and i need my own kind of music.

these pieces aren't perfect, and that's kinda the point. they're half confession, half daydream. if you find a line that feels like it's peeking straight into your chest- well, that's our quiet high-five.

come wander through the mess with me. it's more fun when someone else is looking for meaning in the noise.