cycle iii

For in the end, we are all just trying to be seen, trying to find our way back to that eternal "sha la la" that echoes through the chambers of our hearts.

Step into the waters of Atrimere, where the heart and the depths are one and the same.

This is for the thoughts that never formed into breath—unborn, unspoken, unspent.

They are the static between stations, the bruise pressed too long, the scream caught behind teeth.

A collection of poems that moves through fracture, dissonance, and self-destruction toward clarity and renewal. What is rehearsed enough becomes indistinguishable from fate.

Cinderia is the final aftermath of a life traded for the glitter of fame, documenting the agonizing process of emulsifying a human soul into an artificial persona. It serves as a personal archive of the cost of public adoration, centered on the hard-earned truth that "what has happened has happened to me".

Twice in a While is ten entries of me just letting the "fever" of this life finally win. It is about finally accepting that I am "lesser than the sum of my parts" and finding that same pink glow in every song on the radio and every street intersection I pass.

Orchards demand patience; cultivation takes time, and every season arrives in its own measure. Whether you stay until the final harvest or leave before the fruit ripens has always been yours to decide.