The Spaces in Which We Think, and: My Home Is a Candle, and : Supplication

Abstract: "The Spaces in Which We Think" - a poem about distance and the power of renaming our pain. It has to do with belittling the ego, recognizing our solitude, and accepting the realization that we're very small, minute creatures in this vast universe, discussing all this in the realm of mental health. "my home is a candle" - a poem that revolves around the love we have for one another, and the quirkiness inherent in it. The beauty of this love helps in painting our worlds in very peculiar, grippingly charming, scenery and scents. At its core, it's a love letter that admits to my loved one - whatever I do, you're going to be there for me.