I used to breathe.🌿
Birds sang in my lungs.
Children carved their names into my skin,
thinking I would live forever.
Then came silence.
One by one,
my trees forgot how to grow.
No one noticed
when I died.
— the forest.
Hello everyone❤️
Here, I’ll be sharing old sketches —
to turn this page into something like memory.
Not a portfolio.
Not an archive.
Just… fragments of what once was.




















