Essays

The point of a test is to become someone who carries the next one with grace.

04.11.2025

It felt like stepping back into the storm I once begged to escape — only this time the storm bore my name.

11.10.2025

A crucible not of fire or steel but of paper and pixels, a tempest of questions poised to carve my worth into stone.

04.04.2025

Seven nights have slipped by, and time feels relentless, a tide I can’t hold back.

07.03.2025

A thread sings beneath the flesh, soft as a sigh, sharp as a blade.

20.02.2025

I came home and sat still for the first time in what felt like years.

11.02.2025