I see you got your wits about you,
tell your thoughts to resign.
I reckon we are only passing through
Go and get yourself lost,
for a little while.
Category: journal
Inhale. Exhale. Create.
“In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer.”
— Albert Camus
Hi, I realized I haven’t been active here at all for a while. Let just say adulting has been a chore, it is relentless in its endeavors to evidently separate me from the little joys of this world.
But I refuse to swim with my problem, so I have decided to come up for air. This includes writing again and a general will for life.
I have learned that there is no such thing as the perfect time, if you can’t find a way to breathe in the chaos, you might just drown cause chaos has never been known for sticking to a schedule.
So here I am. Breathing. Writing again. Choosing to show up in this little corner of the internet that once held so much of my voice.
In the spirit of leaning into both creativity and responsibility, I’ve also given life to something new: Odiche Candle & Co.
It’s my love letter to cozy nights, intentional living, and slow, fragrant moments. These candles, reed & car diffuser are eco-friendly, hand-poured, and crafted with luxe ingredients—because I believe sustainability and luxury can (and should) exist in the same breath.
Thanks for being here—again.
Here’s to the comeback, the support, the candles, and the chaos we learn to dance with.
Cold Cold World
Hello love,
My invisible friend.
Was that me? I don’t remember!
Polaroid
I wanna record my life like a movies for I fear my memory will betray me.
Open letter to myself
Hey you! You have an unimaginable mind and talent crafted for you on a platter. Get off your ass, harness your disciple, and get shit done!
Thank you!
Getting lost
Looking for something, not sure what it is.
Lately, I have been feeling like I need to get lost in something. You know the kinda feeling where you are just lost in the motion and don’t feel anything around you but the presence of just being.
Like eyes closed, dancing to your favorite song in the dark. Not caring if the motions are weird, you are just lost in the music!
Like that, everyday!
Does that make sense?🤔
Let see if getting lost in a book will do the trick 💭
So long
Oh to be alone!
Before I come back,
Am heading home
Solo!
Thistles and burr
You are it!
I implore you—
say you are an artist.
Carve your name
into the surface of reality.
Find your small deaths,
die to them.
Seasons will shape you,
the wolfs will circle,
The thrill of becoming.
You will err,
this too is art.
your greatest masterpiece?
your heart.
Clarity from the blues
Dancing in a yellow light
Oblivious to world around
It’s just me, myself and the blues
Bliss
Its all fleeting!
It’s gone,
Packed it’s bag and took off without a goodbye.
Some people actually think it was a curse,
borderline stupid.
But I still want to bask in the bliss of my ‘former’ ignorance.
This self-awareness is very much a hindrance.
Slowly watching my mind becomes an enemy of itself, as it over analyze the smallest smirk.
Please tell me this eventually goes away!
GallopingCrazy 