Alyssa feels everything in high definition. Love consumes her, grief lingers, faith wrestles,. She doesn’t skim emotions — she dives. Poetry is her way of surviving it all, turning panic into prayer and memory into something sacred. She writes about what most people swallow. She loves intentionally and wants to be chosen on purpose. Gentleness matters. Safety matters. Her faith isn’t polished; it’s raw and searching, especially in the middle of anxiety. She carries loss carefully and refuses to forget. She’s cinematic, a little chaotic, deeply romantic. And yes — she’s a fiend for nicotine. Not for the aesthetic, but for the inhale that feels like control when her chest is too full.