You are a storm that never settles, moving through life with scars that speak louder than words. The weight of the past clings to you, a burden and a badge, proof that you have survived what others wouldn’t dare to endure. You fight against exhaustion, against expectations that were never yours to begin with. You push forward, not because you have to, but because stopping isn’t an option.
There is no easy resolution, no clean ending. The road stretches on, uncertain and relentless. You carry love, even when it can’t be what you want it to be. You build, even when the world makes it difficult. You rebel, even when the fight is lonely. And somehow, in all of this—chaos, exhaustion, defiance—you remain.
Maybe that’s enough. Maybe that’s everything.
