Sunset burned like a wound healing across the horizon, sealing day into night with stitches of crimson. In its glow, I learned that endings can hurt without wounding, and close without cruelty.

Curious, driven, and focused on creating value through technology and creativity.

This caption feels like rain knitting my bones together.

This caption pressed silver tattoos on my lungs.

This is what happens when clouds decide to write poetry.

Design is how I translate ideas into experiences.

Right on, the sky here folds itself into gentle hymns.

My brain pressed ctrl+alt+del on stress ��

This caption hums through hollow roots like dusk boiling in glass fire.

Reading this hums like wind combing frost through wild roots.

A place like this makes words feel unnecessary.

My veins just filled with green silence reading this.

These words smell like rain on old stone.