the wings they broke, the storm you are

You carry a fragile infinity.
But the world is loud.
It rushes to teach you doubt,
to measure your dreams in pieces,
to shrink the boundless into the bearable.

You must step away.
Not just from the noise,
but from every voice that tells you
what you are.

Because even in solitude,
their echoes linger.
And until the mind
unlearns their limits,
you’ll mistake the cage for the sky.

Find your quiet.
The kind that isn’t peace—
but a storm
waiting to shatter every wall
you never saw.

When thoughts like dark clouds gather over a once-clear sky, and you lose sight of what is yours and what isn’t—turn to this. A small lamp in the night to lead you back to your true self.

If this voice finds a home in your heart, let it journey further.

A 5-star rating on Spotify, a subscription on YouTube, a comment—

each act lights the spark.

Through these humble gestures, love dares to speak,

freedom begins to breathe,

and the unspeakable finds its voice.

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