★ بحث

Worked on a string section tonight.

It sounded like my feelings finally found a place to go.

everything I’ve been holding in…

not as judgment just as fact sitting there calm unbothered like it didn’t need my agreement to be true

she said most people spend their lives softening themselves in their own memory… rewriting what hurt so they can keep living inside it.

i don’t really know how to do that.

i usually recognize myself in the silence. in the distance i called protection. in the ego that showed up before love could speak.

she said honesty like that will carry me forward, if i let it.

i’ve been thinking about how strange it is

to become someone who can look at themselves clearly

and not look away.

not innocence.

just truth.

Happy Mother’s Day to the living poetry that is my mother To the woman who made softness feel like strength thank you for being my first home, my first prayer, and my first understanding of unconditional love.

You carried me with a grace this world could never dim, turning struggle into song, survival into something beautiful.

If there is light in me, it is because you kept it burning.

If there is love in me, it is because you first made it real.