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.
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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.
Was that me? I don’t remember!
Polaroid
I wanna record my life like a movies for I fear my memory will betray me.
Below my feet
Out the Blue.
I squandered my resistance,
for what?
Fleeting pleasures, I suppose.
At the hands of strangers,
seeking acceptance from the ragged people,
Cause the fine ones come with fine prints I can’t see.
The harder I squint the blurrier it gets.
I can feel it, something is off.
I just wanna find peace.
It’s been too foreign to me,
buried below my feet.
But I will dig and sift the oddity
we will be whole again, eventually.
I promise.
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!
To what end
Where will your pride take you?
Beware,
You’re riding on the waves of your ego.
Know this,
Even the waves had an end.
Short lived sporadic sprouts of force
Became,
Flat and deprived of life.
For a moment.
Quicksand
The ground on which you stand,
connects us all, you and me.
A tiny piece I caved, a strong hold
made by me, for us.
Perfectly curated and maintained,
held onto tightly,
even against the tides,
but the grips are burning.
Can’t hold on much longer,
Can you hold the reins for a while?
Dead eyes
Oh to have lived!
Can’t you see, we are nothing
Life is fleeting,
Right before your dead eyes.
Won’t you wake up?!
Spring has sprung, the flowers are pretty again.
Even harsh waves still makes an exquisite picture.
Speak to me
You are barely living
Tell me you want more
This too shall pass, I promise.
Hold on to what you believed, just like you told me.
Remember when we lived life
The feeling of youthful bliss, cascading.
This sadness is a chore, my friend
there are holes in all of us,
but we must carry on.
GallopingCrazy 