I don't want to write about anything, so here are some old poems I found that I enjoyed reading again. Maybe you'll like them too.
There is a lot I don't know right now...about how to help, what to do, and how to understand myself in this world. But there are a few things I do know. Here they are.
In this essay, I explore the meaning of right and wrong, why self-improvement made me so angry at the start of quarantine, and how the ocean operates as my center through it all.
Little thoughts and large meanings.
Finding out how to become free.