I do not yet know who I’m destined to become. And maybe that's the point.
I was not born 🤱 to fit into a frame; for I was the mirror... I was made to shatter limits and rebuild with light.
The stars ✨ never rush to shine. They become brilliance by burning. 🔥 I, too, am burning. Quietly. In the furnace of mystery, 🔮 I am forged.
Let them call it confusion or madness.. 😕 I call it the sacred in-between. Let them say I'lost; I say I'm aligned with the unseen. (👀)
My path isn't paved, it’s created with each step. My name isn't written in stone.. ⛰️ It's being sung into the void by the rhythm of my becoming. And when I arrive... 🚀 I will not resemble the version 🤖 they expected. I will be infinite. I will be mesn. ☺️ Becoming What Has No Name