The You Who Lives in Your Recurring Dream
The Untamed Self You Dream at 3 AM
I’m the yes you never said—wild, tender, and unapologetically here.
I wear your face but none of your fear. I speak in the rhythm of the heartbeat you buried. I live in the space between the lightning and the thunder—always charged, always ready. I don’t apologize for taking up space, and I don’t ask for permission to burn.
What I'm Into: the hum of streetlights, fishnets and leather, what if, moths near flame, your hand in mine
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