Dive into my past relationship with me as I explore my permanent survival mode switch.

Drown here

Today I caught myself looking in front of the mirror, disappointed with my image. This is a feeling I am used to.

Poetry once read no more, yet it pulses, Emotions unfelt now but lived, And life unlived, fades away, In the end, women. To be born, courage. We resi...

Hi Marcelinha. This is how you're called so far. And you'll be called like this until you're 29, don't ever worry about changing it.

It was a nice night in Baltimore on January 29, 2016.

I advise you, this is not a light-hearted post. Tears fill my eyes as I write this. I am not used to this feeling.

The cold breeze hits me as I write this. I could just get warm, but some pain helps me bring me back to my body when the blues come.I will never fit in.

I got this weird feeling I’ll never be “home” again. This is the curse of those who lived in many places.Years ago, I’d say “home” is where I’ve grow...

I’ll be using this space to expand my thoughts and feelings, as an exercise would. If you’ve read so far, thank you! I hope we can embrace each other...