There exists a place more familiar to me than any physical location. It’s a place where I am both architect and prisoner, creator and slave. I’ve always been the kind of person who lives more vividly in my head than anywhere else. Even as a kid, I’d catch myself zoning out in class, not because…
May. 2025 Eyes that will offer kindness to others, Now sharpen to weapons against myself The healer with hands that won’t touch their own wounds Because when my heart was torn to shreds It didn’t make me stronger. It made my soul weak and scared. So I’ll preach self-compassion like gospel “Rest when you need…
Aug. 30. 2025 There’s a peculiar grief that comes with healing, which most people wouldn’t understand. It’s an odd experience, the unexpected ache of missing something that nearly destroyed you. The depression that once felt like drowning now seems, in its absence, like it was also a kind of shelter. It wrapped around me with…
Words have always been my refuge and my rebellion, my quiet sanctuary and my boldest proclamation. This is where I gather the fragments of thought that refuse to stay silent—the poems that arrive uninvited at 3 AM, the stories that demand to be told, and the essays that emerge from the messy, beautiful process of trying to make sense of it all.
Here, you’ll find poetry that explores the tender spaces between heartbreak and hope, short stories that capture fleeting moments and lasting truths, and essays that wrestle with questions I’m still learning to ask. Some pieces will whisper; others will shout. All of them are invitations into the landscapes of imagination and reflection that shape my world.
Writing, for me, is both deeply personal and universally human. It’s the art of finding connection in isolation, meaning in chaos, and beauty in the ordinary moments we too often overlook. Whether I’m crafting a sonnet about morning coffee or a story about strangers on a train, I’m searching for those threads that bind us all together.
I hope these words find you exactly when you need them—whether you’re seeking solace, inspiration, or simply a few minutes of escape into someone else’s inner world.
Happy reading,
Jade N
Lines In Bloom 