Inspiration
Listening to Trees
I didn’t go into the woods looking for wisdom. I went because the city felt too loud in ways sound couldn’t explain. Sirens, screens, conversations stacked on top of each other—everything demanding attention, everything urgent, nothing patient. I told myself I just needed air. A walk. An hour without notifications.
By Jhon smith2 months ago in Writers
His Love. Content Warning.
"Good morning Trist, my name is Dr. Reda and today I will be asking you a couple questions," a woman with long auburn hair sits across from the table. The cool touch of the table legs brush against my thigh as I lean back into my chair. I nod at her to continue, folding my hands onto my lap and start twiddling my thumbs.
By Froggy Jones2 months ago in Writers
Fighting Alcohol
Meet João, a 35-year-old man living in Sambizanga, one of the most violent and chaotic neighborhoods in Luanda. Here, life is harsh and opportunities are rare. Alcohol is everywhere. It is so common that an 8-year-old child can walk into any local store and buy drinks for their father, mother, or even an aunt without anyone stopping them. João grew up seeing his neighbors, friends, and family members drink every day. Over time, drinking became a part of life — almost a survival mechanism.
By Irina dos santos2 months ago in Writers






