Some days I am a clear sky.
Some days I am a storm that doesn’t know where it’s going.

Both pass through me.
Both are me.

I used to chase a version of myself that made sense:

clean lines, steady ground, no contradictions.
But I am not a straight path.

I am weather. I am tide. I am turning.

There is a quiet kind of truth
in not editing the chaos.

Note: Image generated by AI.
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