My sensitivity aint too sensitive. This world too fraudulent, tryna bury the souls in the dirt you’re hiding in. I devote my life to exposing each and every one of ya, believe this. I’m in for the long haul, l ain’t lying.

The burning bush

Pain is the pathway to Jannah. It’s where you discover God. Your purpose isn’t written in the stars, it’s writ large upon your scars.

It wasn’t easy

My sadness has meaning. I refuse to participate in anything that puts pressure on me to clean that up. I resign in protest. I’ll be fine in this wilderness on my own. My wild heart has found its home.


Lightly strumming this melancholy, my body stiff with unreleased melody. To the beast’s ears it’s all noise and I don’t want to rattle it awake.

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