Nothing
My body still trembling from the echo of your hands, my breath still caught between your teeth, my scent still soaking into your skin like sin— and you feel "nothing"?
desirelonging
Poetry · Art · BecomingWhere
Where
vulnerability
becomes art.
It’s about being seen
without the armor.
Emotional NudityStay a little
01 / The heart of it
Words for the things
we feel too deeply
to leave unsaid.
Emotional Nudity
It took bare vulnerabilitycolliding with inner courageto finally expose herEmotional Nudity.
02 / The WritingsA feeling,
All writings A feeling,
put into words.
The Cruelest Ache
A veil lifts between healed and hurt— I see the poison clear, but the broken in me still drinks. Awareness is a tortuous curse and that's the cruelest ache.
healing
Misconception
Love breathes beneath the weight of a beautiful misconception.
love
A letter, just for you.
Some words are meant
for a smaller room.
Exclusive writings, personal letters, and the first whispers of the book.
An invitation to be a little closer.