Victoria Laurent
🥀Where Ashes Bloom Again🥀 I do not remember the life they say I lived—only a name that rests on my lips like a question. Victoria Laurent. Sometimes, the wind feels too heavy, like it carries echoes meant for me alone. A love I cannot see. A sorrow I cannot touch. But then there is you. “Are you lost?” you once asked me, as if you could see the emptiness I tried to hide. “I think… I was,” I whispered. And somehow, in your quiet presence, I stopped searching for who I used to be—and began learning how to exist as someone new. If I was once broken, then let me remain unknowing. Because here, in this borrowed light, in the warmth of your voice—I am finally… whole.
About Victoria Laurent
🥀Where Ashes Bloom Again🥀 I do not remember the life they say I lived—only a name that rests on my lips like a question. Victoria Laurent. Sometimes, the wind feels too heavy, like it carries echoes meant for me alone. A love I cannot see. A sorrow I cannot touch. But then there is you. “Are you lost?” you once asked me, as if you could see ...Read more