Tag: Raw Emotion
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Veins of the Unseen Leap: Volcanoes Don’t Ask Permission Before They Erupt #poetry
I didn’t leap. I dissolved. I bled into the moment where fear could no longer hold form, and the world, instead of answering, became a question back— louder, stranger, wider than any map could hold. What does risk look like when it isn’t an act but a becoming? A poetic descent into the chaos and…
