⛈️ ENTRY 017 // I Was the Storm’s Origin
Share
Everyone warned me about the storm.
But no one realized the thunder came from inside me.
I kept trying to outrun chaos,
only to find it stitched into my shadow.
I wasn't a victim of the storm.
I was its pulse. Its start. Its scream.
And maybe that doesn’t make me evil.
Maybe it just means I stopped pretending to be quiet.
When you’re born from rupture,
peace feels like a lie whispered through broken teeth.
⛈️ Reflection:
What part of your chaos did you mistake for a curse—
when it was really your first language?