My bitches shaking ass with they hand out.

Hey there, Stranger

I left.

Not with noise, not with fanfare—

just a full heart and a suitcase of silence.

The city stayed the same,

but I didn’t.

Northwest shadows behind me,

now I breathe in the deep south air—

heavier with heat,

lighter with peace.

It’s almost summer.

You can feel it.

In the way the light lingers on skin like it knows a secret,

in the way the wind no longer pushes—

it waits for me.

I don’t rush anymore.

I don’t chase.

I arrive.

There’s power in the stillness I carry now.

In the empty spaces I no longer fill with noise.

I’ve burned enough bridges to stay warm without anyone’s hands.

And that chill you feel?

That’s me choosing silence over the smallness of being seen.

Because I’ve been loud.

I’ve been reckless.

I’ve been hungry for love that never fed me.

Now I feed myself.

Now I starve the past of my presence.

Now I am lean with purpose,

sharp with peace,

and soft in a way only steel can be.

And look—

my phone? dry.

my socials? desert.

but you know what’s not, though?

yeah… exactly. GAG it