I TYPE,
what I like.

Poem

The Things The Ancestors Said To Me

I told the ancestors I was exhausted. Not the kind of tired sleep can fix. The kind that settles behind the eyes.

Poem

Receipts

The painful thing about being a struggling father is learning that people only respect your love when it comes with money.

Fragment

Are We Connected or Just Caged? A Requiem for Real Conversation

We carry the entire repository of human knowledge in our pockets, yet we seem to be getting dumber. Or at least, less curious...

Fragment

Never Drop Your Standards in Love

A brutally honest, deeply philosophical reflection on standards, attraction, loneliness, and the hidden cost of settling in love.

Fragment

The Company We Keep: Why I Prefer Solitude in a World Full of Noise

An honest reflection on friendship, identity, and the quiet power of solitude in a world obsessed with constant, superficial noise.

Poem

Shame Speaks With Other People’s Voices

Most people confuse shame with guilt because both wounds bruise the soul in similar places. But they are not twins. Not even cousins.