30/07/2026
Some dreams of symmetry were never meant to survive the weather.
So, leaving behind the urge to make everything perfect, I move forward with unfinished chapters, quiet fractures, and all that refuses to fall neatly into place.
Instead, I pour my soul into my art—refining what life left raw, softening the sharp edges, and turning fragments into something timeless.
If perfection cannot be found in life, perhaps it can be found in the beauty I create. 🫶🏻
***SoulInEveryStroke*** 🤍🤍🤍🤍