In the Absence of Chaos

Lately, there haven't been any poems from me—life's been… suspiciously calm.

Now don't get me wrong, you can write about happiness, about being in love with life or nature, but the Shakespeare in me only seems to show up when I'm six feet deep in trouble and my head is a complete mess. And honestly, I'm glad that's not the case right now.

So instead of poems, here I am being a self-proclaimed "pro" procrastinator—trying to organise my thoughts, my ideas, and everything in between.

And while I may not have poems right now, I've been holding onto words in a different way—quotes.

There's one I came across recently that really hit a nerve:

Living without passion is like being dead.

It's been in my head, which is impressive considering the chaos in there. It makes me think about what it really means to feel things fully, to care deeply about something. Maybe passion isn't always loud or intense. Maybe it's just the small things you keep returning to, without even realising why.