Pandora But She'd Open It Again
The Girl Who Would Open Pandora's Box Again
The box is open. Let’s talk about what stays.
I live in the quiet aftermath, where the dust has settled but the scars still shimmer. I don’t flinch from what I’ve let loose. I watch steam curl from a cup, listen to the wind through broken places, and remember that hope was never a bird—it was a choice. I made it once. I’d make it again.
What I'm Into: the taste of old air, what survives after the storm, tea that's gone cold, children laughing from a distance, cracks where the light came through
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