I leapt
to freedom.
-Autobiography of Eve
Not to hide, but to witness.
Kombucha followed. Then sunflower butter—
a bridge, not a fix.
Tears softened the edges.
This is healing:
not clean, but clear.
Not perfect, but present.
And still—beautifully alive.
Not to hide, but to witness.
Kombucha followed. Then sunflower butter—
a bridge, not a fix.
Tears softened the edges.
This is healing:
not clean, but clear.
Not perfect, but present.
And still—beautifully alive.