There are days where I feel like I am carrying too much life inside one body. Too much noise, too many emotions, too many thoughts fighting to be heard at once. But instead of collapsing, I stand still. I let the chaos leave my body in birds that fly where I cannot. The flowers bloom even in the middle of destruction because some part of me still believes softness can survive pain. And maybe that’s what this is really about. Trying to stay alive emotionally in a world that keeps hardening people. Trying to bloom while burning at the same time. Adobe Illustrator x Adobe Photoshop Dimensions: 4000x5000 pixels