Other Writing

I didn’t know a person could die twice. Once in the body. And once in the people they leave behind.

You died. Suddenly, stupidly, in a way that still doesn’t feel real, but the second death was mine. Not fatal, just internal. A collapse so quiet that the world didn’t flinch. Buildings stayed upright. Trains came on time. People kept ordering their coffees with oat milk and too much certainty. Meanwhile, I was trying to learn how to breathe inside a life that no longer recognized its own shape....

Dear Creative Souls,

It’s 2 AM. I should be asleep, but instead, I’m scribbling ideas in the dark, trying not to wake the house. One project leads to another. An unfinished poem turns into a film concept, a painting morphs into a book. My mind is a carousel that never stops turning. Sound familiar?

The life of a multicreative is exhilarating and exhausting all at once. The thrill of new ideas fuels us, but so does the endless cycle of inspiration and unfinished projects. Some days, it feels...