09/05/2025
I have walked through fire, but it did not burn me. It hollowed me out, turned my body into an echo, left me standing in rooms too empty to hold me, breathing air too thin to keep me alive. She was not just my mother. She was the architecture of my existence, the reason my feet knew where to walk, the pulse beneath every decision, the echo behind every dream. She was not just loved she was the gravity that kept me from floating away, the warmth in the spaces the world left cold,...
I have walked through fire, but it did not burn me. It hollowed me out, turned my body into an echo, left me standing in rooms too empty to hold me, breathing air too thin to keep me alive. She was…
