The Door Cracks Open…
The air is different tonight. Can’t you feel it?
It’s so still in here— but it’s far from quiet.
It’s kinda like the moment before a match flares— when the dark hasn’t gone anywhere, but the light decided to show up anyway.
Girl. I stayed behind closed doors for yearssss— holding stories in my mouth, just waiting for the world to make space for them. Waiting for me to make space for myself.
But now— now, the hallway hums again. And the light under this here door— it’s moving.
In this moment I‘m realizing… maybe the invitation isn’t coming from the outside at all. Maybe, just maybe it’s been pulsing from the inside all along — just waiting for me to answer.
So here I am. Answering.
I’m standing in the doorway. Breathing softer, yes. But I’m not rushing to cross it.
I’m just letting the glow touch my skin and call me forward.
You see, the hallway is where I return to my own warmth. It’s where I stand— before the noise, before the armor, before life’s “shoulds.”
It’s the space between protection and pleasure. Between memory and becoming.
This is the breath before the unveiling.
It’s the beginning of Shya Unbound.
If this doorway feels like it opened just for you, then step deeper. Girl— go ahead and accept the invitation to stay a little longer. 🌹 Because each post that makes it into the Unbound Hallway unlocks another piece of what you’ve been missing.
This is only the beginning. The light only gets warmer from here.