It wasn't that I looked in the mirror and did not know who I was.
I knew who I was and that person felt so out of reach.
It was as if the mirror was permanently foggy.
Feb 15
Feb 15, 2026 at 9:40 AM UTC
It wasn't that I looked in the mirror and did not know who I was.
I knew who I was and that person felt so out of reach.
It was as if the mirror was permanently foggy.
My desire for freedom caged under winter's misty breath.
Unfulfilling labor that takes time from your passion- your achievements never make you truly happy