Tears don’t always mean pain. Sometimes, they mean manipulation
He wept. That’s what everybody remembers. Not what he said. Not what he did. Just the tears—how they ran down his cheeks, how his voice broke in the middle of
I’m Neoma, and this space is a reflection of everything that makes me who I am—my thoughts, my experiences, my art, and my creative journey. It is not just a blog, not just a portfolio, but a carefully curated collection of the things that define me.
Here, you will find my writing—where words become a medium for my reflections, opinions, and the moments that have shaped my perspective. You will find my portfolio—a showcase of my work, my growth, and the ideas I have brought to life. You will find my art—pieces that capture emotions and stories beyond words. And beyond all of that, you will find glimpses of me—woven into every project, every creation, and every expression that I choose to share.
This website is not just a digital space; it is an extension of my identity. A way for you to not only see what I do, but to understand how I think, what inspires me, and how I see the world. If you’ve found yourself here, I invite you to explore, to engage, and to get to know me—through my work, my words, and everything in between.
Welcome, and enjoy the journey.
He wept. That’s what everybody remembers. Not what he said. Not what he did. Just the tears—how they ran down his cheeks, how his voice broke in the middle of
She said : “It started with a glance in class. He didn’t even notice me. But I noticed everything— his laugh, his shoes, the way he never looked down. The
There are bonds that work so subtly, you hardly realize how tight they are—until one day they ask you to do something, and without even realizing it, your response is