I’m not a bad bitch, and this isn’t savage. #EldestDaughter

The air here still hums with your ghost, a cruel, beautiful echo. Every breath I take tastes of what's missing, a sweet rot of memory. It's a betrayal, this persistent ache in the hollows where you used to be, a pain that settles deep and refuses to yield.

I am the shape of absence. Undone, a silhouette against a fading light. Is this desolate peace is just more room to breathe, or is it the hollow proof that I was only ever your reflection?

You touched the glass, and I shattered. Not into a million pieces, but into the echoes of myself I thought I'd buried. Each fragment sings a different ghost song, a discordant chorus of what might have been. This skin feels paper-thin now, translucent, a fragile membrane holding back the storm…

There are imprints left behind by certain souls, marks on the very fabric of who you are. They don't fade with the turning tide; instead, they become a silent, undeniable part of your landscape. It's a heavy truth, how deeply another can shape the contours of your own being, even in absence.

#SoulPrints #ProfoundLoss