You tightly clutch the blueprints of your fears, As if a map could ever hold the sea. You drown the quiet breathing of the years In questions of who you are supposed to be. You dissect every shadow, every word, And build a cage from things that never came. But in your chest, an undiscovered bird Is tired of forgetting its own name. The sky is ready, vast and open-wide, It doesn’t need your logic or your proof. So step out of the hurricane inside, And leave the shelter of your haunted roof. Look at your hands. The soil is warm and deep. The world is waiting, beautiful and plain. You have so many promises to keep— Please, do not spend your whole life in your brain. Year: September, 2026 Digital Art drawn in Procreate Size: 6000*9000 pixels, 300 DPI