About Me

A paradox wrapped in quiet. Soft, but not fragile. Wounded, but not broken.

A soul hidden in plain sight; seen by many, touched by none. Crave solitude like breath, yet long for someone who speaks the language of my silences. Building walls yet leaving the door open. Distant, yet deeply feeling.

I carry storms in my silence and oceans behind my eyes. Aching for honesty, but speaking in riddles. Desire to be understood, yet wrap myself in mystery. Loud inside and quiet outside-a chaos blooming in stillness.

Some days, I’m a shadow. Other days, I’m fire. I dream wildly, yet brace for disappointment. I am too much and never enough-always oscillating between extremes.

People often think they know me. They don’t. I am not meant to be understood-I am meant to be felt. In pauses. In glances. In the ache of what isn’t said. I make homes out of people and then burn them down with silence.