Oil on canvas.
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TO FEEL THE I AM
Through love.
To disappear into someone’s eyes.
To write songs about them.
To make art from the way they breathe.
Love not as a form of completion
But as a mirror.
Love not as a rescue
But as an invitation to sovereignty.
Love as a way to honor softness
Without ever being an emotional crutch.
A love that lets me ache
Without fixing it.
Love as an altar.
Not the answer.
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