When I created this piece, I was navigating emotions I couldn’t fully articulate—and I’m not quite ready to describe them yet. Still, I could feel it clearly. Deep in my chest. Heavy, tangled, unresolved.
This wasn’t about love or some dramatic breakup. It was a different kind of heartbreak—the kind that shows up when life shifts in a way you didn’t ask for and definitely weren’t ready for. It was loss, yes, but not of a person. More like a part of myself—or something I had held on to for too long finally cracking under pressure.
It’s not about beauty—it’s about truth. Even if it hurts.
When I created this piece, I was navigating emotions I couldn’t fully articulate—and I’m not quite ready to describe them yet. Still, I could feel it clearly. Deep in my chest. Heavy, tangled, unresolved.
This wasn’t about love or some dramatic breakup. It was a different kind of heartbreak—the kind that shows up when life shifts in a way you didn’t ask for and definitely weren’t ready for. It was loss, yes, but not of a person. More like a part of myself—or something I had held on to for too long finally cracking under pressure.
It’s not about beauty—it’s about truth. Even if it hurts.
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