You are a witness, an unexpected presence in the sacred space where my pain becomes art. My voice is the only truth I know, a vessel for the stories that haunt me. Now, you stand before the echoes of my soul, laid bare.
You are a witness, an unexpected presence in the sacred space where my pain becomes art. My voice is the only truth I know, a vessel for the stories that haunt me. Now, you stand before the echoes of my soul, laid bare.