Just finished a bowl of spicy ramen, the perfect comfort food for a chilly day like today. The heat clears my mind as I slurp away each noodle, lost in the moment.

They don’t know ownership—only belonging

I use design to bring clarity to confusion.

The comfort you brought was louder than words. Thank you.

You held the door open when I had forgotten I deserved one.

Thanks for being real when I needed honesty most.

Thank you for being real in a world that often isn’t.

Thanks for showing up without needing me to be strong.

What you gave me wasn’t help—it was hope with hands.