It doesn't feel right writing my own poetry this week when writer, poet, and professor Refaat Alareer has been killed.

Love getting lost in my own thoughts.

I have been reading many books these past weeks, and it's made me wonder.

Trying to find the positive whenever I can.

I don't even know what to say anymore. But this is me trying.

There is so much value in the journey.

A tiny, vague thought that has been on my mind.

Rainy day thoughts.

This week has been difficult, and it's so sad to see how the Western media ignores the Palestinian struggle.

I have realized that in silence, there's love.

Emotion does not have to be a bad thing.

This week showed me how a negative trait of mine can be positive.

A thought that I revisited.

A small but heavy thought this Friday.

A small ode to those nights when you get up and write something down because you can’t sleep otherwise.

Last weekend was very interesting and it brought on this thought.

To be honest, this week hurt me. Luckily, writing always makes me feel better. Here is "Before it falls together."

I haven’t felt creative lately, but then I remember that it is ingrained in me - whether it manifests itself or not.

I have been in my shell a bit this week.

I entered my late 20s this week and they are full of light.