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Upcoming Concert: (No, I’m Not the Soloist!)
This upcoming weekend, I’ll be playing with the Tacoma Youth Symphony again, and I couldn’t be more excited! No, I’m not the soloist, let’s not get ahead of ourselves. I mean, I’m a violist, remember? We live in the middle of the orchestra, adding warmth, depth, and a touch of existential mystery to the music.… Continue reading
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Chasing the Dusk
Kiss me as the sun sets,When the world softens and the night whispers its secrets,Let your lips trace the curve of my neck,A slow, deliberate tease that leaves me breathless,Warming the spaces between us that no words can fill. Hold me close, feel the heat rise as our bodies melt together,Fingers grazing skin, finding the… Continue reading
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Why Jean-Luc Ponty’s Egocentric Molecules Blew My Mind
I’ve recently come across something that completely stopped me in my tracks. Jean-Luc Ponty’s Egocentric Molecules, which was released in 1977 on the album Cosmic Messenger. I’m not exaggerating when I say it blew my mind. I just had to take a moment to sit with it and reflect. It’s one of those pieces that… Continue reading
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Fever of You
The space between us trembles, it burns with fire.Your touch is a promise, your breath fans desire. I taste your name in the hush of the night,my skin still smolders where your hands conspire. Your lips—hot embers—trace over my skin,a whispered command, a wordless choir. The hunger between us, untamed and wild,pulls us deeper, our… Continue reading
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Heavenly
I’ve had this Cigarettes After Sex piece on repeat for days now. I love the haunting vocals and how the ambient melodies weave together in a way that feels sensual yet melancholic, intimate yet vast. Continue reading
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The Rain Remembers
The rain does not ask where you have been.It does not weigh your regretsor measure the ache in your bones.It simply falls, soft, steady, unburdened, inviting you to do the same. Each drop carries a memory,the scent of yesterday’s laughter,the hush of something waiting to be born.It kisses the earth, awakens the roots,washes away what… Continue reading
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Alone
I am sending this question out into the void. Who should I lean on when I have no one? Continue reading
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Whispers in Moonlight
The moon spills like silk upon our skin,cool and silver, breathless and knowing.It watches as your hands trace constellationsagainst the curves of my longing. Night folds around us, slow and endless,a hush between heartbeats, between lips.Your whispers melt into my pulse,each word a spark, a slow-burning ember. If time were kind, it would stop here,… Continue reading
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Speck of Dust
Drifting without weight,a lone speck in endless time,unseen, forgotten. Continue reading
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Beneath the Stars
The night whispers softly,As thoughts drift like clouds,Each one a piece of the past,Fading yet somehow proud. Moments like fleeting stars,Caught just long enough to see,A flash of what once was,And what’s yet meant to be. Continue reading
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Raw
I stand before the mirror, bare. A woman. Raw. My body, defiant in its existence, stares back at me. Feminine curves, unapologetic and soft, yet unyielding. A tight stomach, not sculpted by deprivation but by the breath I have held through heartache, by the steady rise and fall of survival. Curvaceous hips, wide and steady,… Continue reading
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The Inheritance of Ash and Earth
I was born from ruin, from hunger,a child of sorrow stitched from the remnants of history,woven together with the thread of survival.From the bones of a world broken and reformed,I rose, carrying the weight of two broken pastsand the hope of something that could heal the cracks between them.A body made from ghosts,an echo of… Continue reading
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A Thirst for Something More
I have a thirst that runs deep within me. It’s not the thirst for anything material or shallow, but something more,something that feels as if it’s from another dimension. I long for a life that feels more true, more aligned with the core of who I am. The world around me tries to tell me… Continue reading
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Valentine’s Day Evening: Sick at Home but Creating Art
Valentine’s Day—an evening of candlelit dinners, thoughtful gestures, and love in all its forms. But this year, I find myself wrapped in a blanket, not in romance, but in tissues and herbal tea. The universe had other plans. While others are out celebrating, I’m here, feeling the weight of the day in an entirely different… Continue reading
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Love, Unspoken and Undeniable
“You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.” — Pride and Prejudice Love isn’t about perfection, it’s about being truly seen and still chosen. Mr. Darcy’s confession to Elizabeth wasn’t smooth or easy, but it was real. Love, the kind that matters, takes courage. It’s in the quiet moments,… Continue reading
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I Wanted It to Be You
Some movies entertain you. Some comfort you. And then there are the rare, quiet ones that slip under your skin and settle into your soul. The ones that feel less like a film and more like a memory you never lived but somehow know by heart. For me, that movie is You’ve Got Mail. It’s… Continue reading
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Success Isn’t About Showing Off
For as long as I can remember, the idea of flaunting success has never resonated with me. Designer logos, luxury cars, extravagant homes – none of that has ever felt like success to me. While I can admire quality craftsmanship, I’ve never found fulfillment in accumulating things just to show the world I’ve “made it.”… Continue reading
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