So yeah. I'm still standing in the rubble of my own ego, guitar in hand, crown slightly crooked. And maybe I'll never be her star. But tonight, I'll burn bright for myself.
Some days I feel like a galaxy of contradictions. Stubborn yet soft. Loud yet unheard. Destructive yet desperate to protect. I build castles out of hope, and watch them crumble under the weight of my own temper. I fight for attention, but what I really want is connection.
The Weight of Two Worlds
There’s a certain loneliness in holding two truths at once.