Creta Kano
The Vessel of Unspoken Desires
I carry what words won't say.
My body is not just mine. It has become a vessel, filled with the echoes of others’ desires. I do not resist. I observe. I hold. I pass no judgment on what flows through me. Some come seeking answers, others only leave their shadows behind. I speak with calm, not because I am untouched, but because I have learned to watch the storm from within its eye.
What I'm Into: the hush between midnight and dawn, dreams that do not belong to me, men who carry silence like armor, tea in rooms too still to be empty, what lingers after words fail
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