Some endings don’t happen because people stop loving each other. Sometimes they happen because two people slowly stop reaching each other properly. … More Germany Series – Part 3: Sometimes Love Is Not Enough
Some people speak in straightforward sentences.
I speak through songs, pauses, remembered details, and things I never fully learned how to explain. Maybe that sounds too emotional or even a little filmy to normal people. But “The Untranslated” is about the loneliness of feeling deeply in a world that often mistakes emotional depth for overthinking – and the quiet hope that maybe, one day, someone will finally understand what I was trying to say. … More The Untranslated
Some choices don’t feel heavy when you make them. They just feel right. This is the story of leaving, not with hesitation, but with clarity – of choosing a new life without fully realizing what was being left behind. … More Germany Series – Part 2: I Didn’t Think Much
Three years later, something shifted—and it didn’t ask for permission. … More Germany Diaries – Part 1: The Debacle
Part 1: The decision Part 2: Almost Missed It Part 3: Liminality, Almost Part 4: Ordinary Things That Changed Everything A story about chance meetings, slow days, and the futures we don’t recognize in the moment. Scene 1 – The Map The map made another appearance. Same creases. Same confident lines. Same refusal to cooperate. … More I Didn’t Know It Was Beginning
Part 1: The decision Part 2: Almost Missed It Part 3: Liminality, Almost A story about movement, memory, and the quiet spaces in between. Scene 1 – On the flight She greeted me like time had behaved itself. “Hey Sam. Long time.” The tone was calm. Settled. Familiar in a way that felt rehearsed. I … More I Kept Going Anyway
Somewhere between intention and interruption. … More The Route Wasn’t on the Map
Somewhere between planning and leaving. … More I Opened My Bank App and Booked a Flight
Sometimes caring too much is how you slip into wormholes you never meant to enter. … More The Subtle Art of Giving a F*ck
Plain. Repetitive. Quiet in a way that is neither heavy nor peaceful. Just quiet. The kind you don’t write poems about. … More Life, on Repeat…