ALT Close-up mixed-media portrait of a face with eyes closed and mouth open, surrounded by vivid red, orange, blue, and white textures resembling heat, water, and fragmented anatomy.
“They have always been seated. Every door you did not walk through, they remember. Every silence you chose, they heard. God is among them, seated with the rest, a witness with no verdict. No version of you has gone unseen. Stand.”
“I learned peace by surviving what tried to become permanent.
Some things do not haunt you. They inherit you.
The wound closed. The door stayed open.
Built something beautiful where the damage was irreparable.
There are places inside me that light enters differently.”
“There is a moment that is neither before nor after. The form you carried has set down. The next has not arrived. Hold here. The room goes quiet. Time forgets to count. Something is becoming. It is not yet you. It will be. Become.”