ABOUT

Welcome to my blog, The Cryptic Mind! My name is Shifra Gabrielle, I am a writer, content creator, and student living in the Philippines. On Instagram and Tiktok, I post about literature, girlhood, fashion, and aesthetics. In this blog, you can find similar ideas, but The Cryptic Mind expands beyond my typical social media content. The Cryptic Mind is where you can find my unpublished works and writings, my short essays on important topics and current trends, lifestyle and many more! My goal is to inspire and create a space of beauty and divinity for artists and poets and all of mankind. I want to help you readers discover and create the utmost authentic versions of yourselves with art I share to the world. 

send me an email: contact.shifragabrielle@gmail.com

or you can find me on:

Sg:

a lover and sorcerer of words, someone that loves anything pleasing to the eye.

i am slightly pretentious, obsessive, and an escapist.  

i like lists and the grandiosity. i love authenticity and  the state of being unworldly. i dislike reality and question authority. 

my ego and alter ego go side by side, therefore making me a living contradiction.

i am either your worst nightmare or a blissful dream you dwell on,

either i am real or i am not real,

just stay here for a little while and then you can decide.

a blog for people to read the most cryptic, most nonessential thoughts of my psyche. a blog filled with notions you might even relate to...or not. a museum of my soul's fragments that serve as my existence on this earth.

i want the words i concocted together to receive a reaction. to produce an effect. and i express these meaningless words i give worth to in my head for people to read and discern. every writer has a unique way of writing so here is my own. it's not perfect, and i'm aware, but it is mine. this is the memory of me that cannot die. a part of me will live for eternities to come. i am immortal, godly... almost.

12/21/21 a Tuesday (also packing day) people already have their Christmas lights on. people getting into the holiday spirit, laughing, singing, and their other traditions.the darkness has alread stepped in (9:45) and half of this town is in deep slumber. it's Luna's time to shine, but i pity her a bit for how people are asleep in most of her time. then again what if she likes that too? the serenity of not being seen too often and just observe, silently and softly, hearing the heavy and light snores as well as the muffled whispers of little ones that refuse to obey their parents wishes for them to go to sleep. placing the most obscure fantasies in each one's slumber that they most likely feel oblivious to once Sol steps in. people who adore her tend to remember their dreams, at least in my opinion. she leaves trails of her presence to those who acknowledge her. i have always been allured to the luminous glow of Luna, it's not too bright, nor too dark. is that why i stay up so late or is it just insomnia?

an unmeasurable room filled only by mirrors, which we call my very own mind. a homey but unnerving place.