“I want to cry on the floor and still be god. I want to say the wrong thing and still be holy. I want to be rare and messy. Rare and real. Rare and free.”

This isn’t about being better. It’s about the friction and freedom of being a soul that doesn’t fit inside anyone’s mold. I’ve never wanted admiration. I’ve wanted equality—to be met, not mirrored. To be held, not handled. To be seen, not studied.

I am not waiting to become my higher self—I am my highest self, even when I’m spiraling.
Even when I’m silent. Even when I’m lit. Even when I’m gone.
I live in the now. That’s where divinity meets humanity. That’s where I stay.