Drifting Community

Hi!

Dressed up and drifting through a garden of blooms. 💐🚣‍♀️💕

There’s nothing quite like the atmosphere here when the sun starts setting. The pastel colors of the buildings hitting the water, the boats drifting by, and then the entire place waking up with fairy lights and street food stalls for the night market.

"Erosion of the Individual"

Bipolar disorder doesn't just change you; it consumes you. It’s a war of attrition where the highs burn you out and the lows wash you away, limb by limb, until the person you used to be is unrecognizable. This isn't a story about what survives. It’s a document of what has been taken. The red in... read more

Paper Crows

They folded me from brittle sheets, from hidden grief and fractured weeks, creased by hands that shook at night, and stained with things I could not write. A paper crow with charcoal wings, stitched together from broken things, I perched beneath a hollow sky, too tired to live, too scared to... read more

Have you ever stopped to think that nothing is really simple?

Have you ever stopped to think that nothing is really simple? Like, even the most ordinary thing you can imagine always has a huge complexity behind it. Take, for example, a simple aluminum cup: just for that cup to exist, there’s an entire chain of processes, materials, and technologies that make... read more

Better Below

- Broken image, I am fallen - Drifting, searching for a name.. : Did I hear them? : Are they calling? : Or am I living with the shame?..