Vol 01. 🎐📜

I met myself in the silence

Alone, not one applause , no one remained.

Stripped of the titles, the noise, the shame.

I learned how breathe when i’m all on my own.

In the silence, my racing thoughts drown.

…

I am the ache I never voiced,

The strength I earned through pain.

Both the wound and the healer—

The storm and the calm that remains.

I wear my flaws like tailoring

Nothing is broken — it’s custom made.

Divinely made in God’s whole image.

The self emerges in most mystic of ways.

— кαѕнιє ναηgσgн