Blue feels like cold lips pressed against your skin on a winter’s day. Blue is fog on the windshield even after you’ve turned on the air. It’s the color of drowning, of clarity, of desperation, of life. Blue is spiritual, like water. Blue is a fountain of begetting. Blue is change.

I am taking a break from social media. It’s been a long time coming. I started to feel the first pangs of burnout around this time last year, and although I knew that I needed to tune out from the world and put my efforts and energy into myself I didn’t. Because I was scared. […]

I went to visit my brother in the closest thing I have to a hometown. I relived so many memories and that brought up so many feelings. It was hard, but I also began to meditate on what home really means and how people experience it. What is Home? As a nomad child, everywhere was […]