love, self-destruction, healing, desire, identity, addiction, and the quiet, brutal and beautiful process of coming back to yourself and remembering who the fuck you have always meant to be.
soft. whole. undeniable. full of fire and peace.
the in-between moments we rarely speak about - the almosts, the maybes, the versions of ourselves we outgrow and the ones we're still trying to understand.
for the ones who has ever wondered:
- is it love or just a lesson?
- am i living the life i truly desire?
- am i evolwing or just making new loops?
- am i ready to make the best of it all?
it doesnt pretend growth is pretty.
but it also doesnt pretend it always has to be hard.
you were never "too much."
you just chose to be felt by the wrong people, because you were afraid of your own essence.
you might not recognize yourself at first -
but you will. even if not yet.