Life

i turn my pain into poetry my desire into power and my scars into a legacy.

somewhere between your fingers and mine the universe invented a language called love.

love is the strange alchemy that turns pain into poetry and longing into beauty.

Turn off the moon 🌒

Good afternoon

Good evening

the skin remembers the language of hands long after the lips have fallen silent

i want to meet the stranger who once became my favorite feeling

give me a moment without time a kiss without hesitation and a desire without an ending

a kiss is a beautiful conspiracy between desire and time

perhaps the stars envy those moments when two people create their own little universe