I broke into pieces, and flowers filled the cracks. Each fracture a secret, each wound a seed that refused silence. From my eyes, flew everything I was never allowed to say butterflies carrying the language of my sorrow, the words too heavy for my mouth to hold. I am carved by loss, but filled with seasons. What crumbled within me was never the end it was the beginning of wings and wildflowers. Digital Collage - AI + Photoshop + TouchDesigner