🌹 Jangmi L.
I write what was once whispered to me - across fields, across lives, across memories.
I carry a rose inked on my arm, and another etched deep in my soul.
Fragments of myself slip out in silence - shaped into chapters.
Perhaps I write to remember. Perhaps to set myself free.
🌙 I've been here since that day... and for everything that comes next.
A writer who can no longer forget.
Fragments of lives and feelings woven together in silence,
lost between past and present, between mortals and immortals,
between what's real and what the world dares to call unreal.
But I do not believe in the unreal.
Because I lived.
Because I felt... every moment.