Just finished a hearty meal of homemade spaghetti bolognese. The smell of garlic and herbs still lingers in the kitchen, bringing warmth to my evening.

I give life to ideas through visual language.

The US gaming scene is a melting pot of cultures and backgrounds

You didn’t rescue. You respected. That’s a deeper kind of saving.

Even the quietest birds stir something ancient

You kept showing up when I kept shutting down.

Nature isn’t kind or cruel—it’s honest

You offered warmth when everything felt cold.

I walked out of the woods, but it stayed in me

I make the abstract visible through design.

You made space for all of me, not just the polished parts.

Even the leaves glowed on their way to night

The elk didn’t care who I was—and that was freedom

You never made me feel too much. Thank you for that.

What glows in the dark is meant to be remembered

The sky burned green, and the world forgot to breathe

It feels like rain falling inside the chest. ��