✶ The Laugh That Changes the Room
Some sounds aren’t noise. Some sounds are inheritance.
✶The First Mark
No one tells you the first bruise will whisper before it blooms.
✶The Quiet War
Peace built on shrinking is just silence wearing perfume.
✶The Wig That Knew Before I Did
I didn’t become someone new when I wore it. I just returned to the woman that I would’ve already been if the world hadn’t taught me to dim down.
✶The Door Cracks Open…
The hallway is opening. The light is warm. The stories are coming. Breathe. Stay close.