we are made of
nothing but our cells
and our stories,
sit down, pour a tea,
i want to hear yours.
you ache to know who is slipping those love letters into your purse while you sip your latte and daydream into the garden, looking like the rise and fall of your chest might bring it all to life?
fine. its me,
my name is erica. and ill be your writer this evening.
substack writer |
sapphic poet |
dystopian storyteller |
substack writer | sapphic poet | dystopian storyteller |
the sun is warm on your skin, and the grass beneath you is soft, moving to the rhythm of the breeze’s heartbeat. everything is alive, humming, pulsing, like waiting for you to consume it whole is the whole point.
we are sitting on a rug, it reminds you of sunflowers and peonies and our laugh moves around us like fingers over harp strings.
i dont want to rush with you, i want to linger in your blood, i want to feel the heated brush of your lips breathing life into your story long after you have left me, sitting on our rug, soaking in the sun.
let stay a while, let the hours slip by, and see what we can uncover.
i write trojan horse stories that are the antidote to your apathy, the spark to your rebellion, the squeeze of a hand at dawn that tells you your dreams are sitting on the horizon, waiting for you.
seven: we are made of nothing but cells and stories.
im an advocate for our stories, and an activist for writing our own. I am an enthusiast for crafting worlds that take you deeper into yourself through the therapeutic art of the written word. I live for the deep and big conversations that have us sinking into the realisation that we are here to be deeply curious, fiercely compassionate and the pioneers of our own stories.
one: We were never meant to do this alone.
two: Healing doesn’t have to be loud to be real.
three: Your softness is not a liability.
four: Words can be rituals.
five: Connection is an act of rebellion in a world that profits off our loneliness.
six: You are allowed to take up space — gently, fully, wildly.
Seven things I know to be true.
