Once upon a time there was a man who was living close to a mountain and everyday he was thinking: how would it be to climb that mountain, and what would I see on the peak? 🌌 And finally the day came and the man on the journey. Arriving at the foot of the mountain he met the first traveller. So he asked: how did you get up the mountain and what did you see on the top? And so the traveller shared his path and also the view that he had. But then the man, he was thinking to himself: The way that the traveller just described it sounds very exhausting. I need to find another way to climb. So he continued on the foot of the mountain until he met the next traveller. Once again he asked: how did you climb up that mountain and what did you see on the top? And so the other traveller shared his story still not being determined on which directions and which way to go, The man asked thirty more people, thirty more travellers. When he finished talking to all of them, he finally made...
I’m an advocate who overthinks—turning tangled thoughts into words, hoping they pass for poetry. Writing is both my escape and my way of making sense of the world, where logic meets emotion in the rhythm of a line. Poetry is important to me because it gives structure to chaos, voice to the unspoken, and meaning to moments that might otherwise slip away. Through poetry, I navigate advocacy, introspection, and the ever-complicated human experience, one verse at a time.