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.
Tag: 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.
Luna
Connected the dots.
Fear is a kind of madness, I believe —
the devil’s bloom, I call it.
A communion of false insecurities,
where misery twirls ever so gracefully.
It twirls and dances,
until my mind takes it leave.
Their works are like anchors.
“You are responsible for your happiness,” they said.
Oh, but the chore of it.
I dinned with regret —
it was just a fling,
though its kisses were anything but.
Then happiness said, hi.
Ah — to flirt with perfection.
I like it here.
I might stay.
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!
I wanna stand here and whisper
As I should.
Go that way,
I will take the long way down
I will find my way around.
I saw a glimpse and I don’t like what I see,
The dissonance is draining, so
Am going back in, into myself
Basking in my solitude, sublime!
It takes a while to come back out,
So don’t hold your breath.
If i was a writer, i would write tragedies!
“This world is a comedy to those that think, a tragedy to those that feel.”
Horace Walpole
In a dark room with surround sound music, playing alternative/indie music. Sitting in your favorite spot, relaxed, eyes closed and a little tipsy.
Peace/Torture
Made of glass
Fragile mind
I don’t want to be described as strong or virtuous or any adjective that more or less describes the subtle art of perfecting suffering.
GallopingCrazy 