In a room of broken walls, where my thoughts hang like shadows from the ceiling, I find myself suspended—caught in the fragile web of self-imposed barriers. Here, within the crumbling confines of my own making, I wrestle with the fear of love and happiness. Yet, even amidst the decay, vibrant flowers bloom, whispering of beauty and joy waiting to be embraced. In my nakedness, I stand vulnerable, my soul laid bare to the aching possibility of transformation.
Hung (2022)
In a room of broken walls, where my thoughts hang like shadows from the ceiling, I find myself suspended—caught in the fragile web of self-imposed barriers. Here, within the crumbling confines of my own making, I wrestle with the fear of love and happiness. Yet, even amidst the decay, vibrant flowers bloom, whispering of beauty […]